And all died frightened, weeping and in pain. I left the mount, and sought the dark again.

Bookkeeping:

#9. Barbara Hambly - Traveling With the Dead (reread)

This is one of my perfect books. It's dark and glittering and intricate, beautiful as mourning jewelry. I've probably read it five or six times in the past twelve years, and I cry at the same lines every time. Lately I've started crying a page or two ahead of them, because I know they're coming.

Kino-running:

#42. The War Zone

An excellent, awful movie. I need a unicorn chaser something fierce.

I have Shatner--I guess that will have to do.