Present Imperfect
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The Devil You Know by Mike Carey
“‘I stick with Blake,’ I said, ‘and I draw a line. Between what’s proved and what’s just jerking off — premature reification. If I see my Aunt Emily get decapitated in a freak piano-tuning accident, and then a bodiless shape that looks just like Auntie Em comes walking through my bedroom wall at three in the morning with its head tucked underneath its arm, I don’t just jump for the nearest conclusion — which is that whatever is on the label has to be in the box.’” Read more...