Have I ever mentioned why I like this story? Either way, I feel I should. There is this lyrical quality to your writing. It just kind of flows across the page, words joining the next, blending together until they become moving images, each more real than the last. I can't even really describe what it is to experience it. Profound, maybe. But even that's not it. I wanted, so badly, to pull out examples, but every time I found one, another would surface and then another and another until I was just lost in the prose. It was simultaneously frustrating and... I don't even have words. It's like the English language lacks the vocabulary to put my thoughts into words.

Bah. What am I saying?

Long story short, loving this, and thrilled at the prospect of additional chapters. Well done, indeed. (and ps: Martin, fucking talk to Danny --he loves you)