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Well, I read "Zeppelins West" and got the distinct impression that he'd phoned it in while doing heavy drugs. I was engrossed, then fascinated, then utterly, horribly betrayed. I now consider the time it took to read it lost time, and am lobbying to get it back so that I can redirect it toward something useful, like one of Yarbro's St. Germain novels. |
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