Willst du bis der Tod euch scheidet?

[stillsostrange]

The creeping of the word meter is a beautiful thing. The magic of LJ came through again, and I found a truce with the Ghoul-With-A-Gun--enough to get me through this draft, anyway. I also changed the setting of a chapter, and ripped out a very pointless and silly scene. One more scene to go, and then I come to the scary part: Carcosa itself.

Dreams of Shreds & Tatters

61365 / 75000 words. 82% done!