This was my lowest rated book on my TBR.
Needless to say it’s not that good. And, quite often, doesn’t make sense and you have to read sentences a few times to work out what it means. This one though I can’t work out.
“Take your shirt off”, I said, my voice abrupt as the Flesh itself. I remember that I disliked hearing it; I suppose that Conscience, though hamstrung, was still feebly grappling with Appetite.
— Aug 16, 2019 09:45AM
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