Status Updates From Bitter Grounds

“I was never afraid of dead folk. You know that? They never hurt you. So many things in this town can hurt you, but the dead don’t hurt you. Living people hurt you. They hurt you so bad.”

Margarent? LOL... Yay, typos.

Wow... This has got to be the most typo-ridden of the Tor short stories that I've read so far. Missing letters, missing words... Why is it so bad? (Pretty sure Gaiman didn't write it that way; at least, I don't remember any of the other books of his that I've read being this bad.)

I know this is reproduced from a book, but come on. You can't just copy and paste, slapping it up there for people to read when the formatting's gone all wonky (all the em dashes seem to have been replaced with question marks). How hard is it to edit text on a website?

This is a town where people sleep with each other, you know. We make love to each other. It’s something we do to show we’re still alive.

In every way that counted, I was dead. Inside somewhere maybe I was screaming and weeping and howling like an animal, but that was another person deep inside, another person who had no access to the face and lips and mouth and head, so on the surface I just shrugged and smiled and kept moving.