Status Updates From Shadow of Spain (Ursula Bla...

"The farmhouse... was a farmhouse..." all in one sentence. Once again wondering who edits these.

Also are these books getting shorter or is it just me?

It wasn’t the first time I had returned from a journey and been thankful to see the white cliffs of Dover rise out of the sea. Those cliffs meant home. They meant safety. They meant familiar things, like Hawkswood and the English tongue. They meant hills that sloped at a certain angle, with patches of woodland on them; they meant fields all kinds o shapes, spread over the land like a patchwork coverlet…..