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"The train, running north under its hammerhead of smoke and steam, had prematurely entered the land of winter, as if through a great, pure, silent door. How cold, how changed, the world was in the white morning, as the still, white light began to come."
What a good first sentence. I had forgotten how much I love Tanith Lee's writing.

what a fever dream. quite lynchian - I have very vivid pictures in my head but no idea what is going on. something about the subconcious and psychoanalysis probably

I kind of impulse bought twenty-six of her books, so I guess this is what I'll be reading for the next few months. Starting with werewolves in France. Every Tanith Lee book I have read so far has been a completely different (sub)genre; she was simply too cool.

...and I'm about to slap the MC out of his body.