I think one of the reasons I enjoy reading your stories so much is that your world is the right way up.
I don't know if that makes any sense? Just... *fumbles* when a line like "A roof, warm clothes, a blanket, and your keep; These are not gifts but duty, what you're owed" hurts, it's OBVIOUS that's because reality was fucked up, not because my expectations were too high. It... *moar fumbles*...
...gyrocompass? :-) You write a world like a map that always points the right way. (Because that's the world you live in, but still -- you WRITE it, and that means people like me can see it, and that is awesome.)
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I don't know if that makes any sense? Just... *fumbles* when a line like "A roof, warm clothes, a blanket, and your keep; These are not gifts but duty, what you're owed" hurts, it's OBVIOUS that's because reality was fucked up, not because my expectations were too high. It... *moar fumbles*...
...gyrocompass? :-) You write a world like a map that always points the right way. (Because that's the world you live in, but still -- you WRITE it, and that means people like me can see it, and that is awesome.)
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