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Stefanie Schreiber has never seen/read a police procedural before, has she?

At this point it looks like I'll only be finishing this out of spite.

Looking at these old medieval pictures feels so weird: on the one hand some of the architecture looks eerily familiar, but on the other hand I'm fairly certain this tower has long since been demolished, seeing as the bridge it stood on is now a very wide and intensely circulated street.

I wasn't sure exactly what ""okay" would involve, but I was willing to settle for "unmurdered".

Hatchling - *****

Eating the City - ***

Puzzle - ****

Lovers on the Breeze - *** 1/2

Body Magic - *****

Life ceremony - **** 1/2

Poochie - ***

The Time of the Large Star - ** 1/2

Two's Family - *** 1/2

A summer night kiss - ***

My wonderful dinner table - **** 1/2

A First-Rate Material - ****

What has happened that had panicked GrayCris so much that...
Oh. Oh shit.

I could just delete [the malware], but I wanted to know what it was so I knew how furious to get.

Six episodes later I felt the transport in the feed again, lurking. I ignored it, though it had to know I knew it was there. In human terms, it was like trying to ignore someone large and breathing heavily while they watched your personal display surface over your shoulder. While leaning on you.

Gurathin, Pin-lee, and Ratthi all started to speak at once. Mensah said, "Quiet." They shut up. "SecUnit, your opinion."
Fortunately, I had one now. Up to the point where we'd gotten the drone download, my opinion had been mostly oh, shit.

... the planet's atmosphere was breathable, just not particularly good for human for the long term. I don't know why, because it's one of those things I'm not contractually obligated to care about.

As the clever and extraordinarily handsome daemon returned full of hope, he was confronted with the sad reality that the girl had yet to lose either her piss yellow blouse, or her innocence!

"Xemerius? Are you there?" I asked softly and hurried to switch on the light.
"Depends," Xemerius was dangling upside-down from the overhead lamp blinking in the sudden light. "Not if you're going to start blubbing like some kind of fountain again."

Basically, this whole book could be summed with:

Tonight, I'll just stay awake and bemoan my broken heart. I wanted to bathe in self-pity and overblown metaphors, perhaps with a side of Bon Jovi and Hallelujah. After all, everyone needs their own soundtrack for such occasions.

If you were going to lie, you had to add a lot of confusing stuff no one cared about.
"We were really fast," I said quickly. "The staircase must've been freshly scrubbed; I nearly slipped all the way down. As a matter of fact, I mostly slid, rather than ran down. If I hadn't grabbed the railing, I'd definitely be lying there in 1912 with a broken neck..."

I just love reading about my home in novels:

"Perhaps I should've lied to him: Transylvania's been governed by Count Dracula for the past 200 years. It's a natural reservation for otherwise extinct bat species. The Kurucz [ Hungarian soldiers in the 17th - 18th century, who fought against the Habsburg Empire ] are the happiest people in Europe."

“The others can’t see me,” said the little ghost.
“I know,” I said. “My name’s Gwyneth. What’s yours?”
“Dr. White to you,” said Dr. White.
“I’m Robert,” said the ghost.
“That’s a very nice name,” I said.
“Thank you,” said Dr. White. “I’ll return the compliment by saying you have very nice veins.”

I blame the movie adaptation, which may look pretty, but leaves out quite a bit in world building and character development.

I suddenly recalled that there was a giant sleeping next to me. When Pussy came to wake me, I thought I was dreaming, seeing as I always dream of sleeping next to a giant. This time it was real.