Finished reading Cherie Priest's Those Who Went Before Remain There Still. A short, tight read. I liked how pared down it was; it would have been hard to retain that suspense for a longer read. I'm not sure what was going on with the sister in the mine, but I loved the quote that she holds on to -
No gypsy slut nor doxy,
shall win my Mad Tom from me
I'll weep all night, the stars I'll fight,
the fray shall well become me.
Does this fray - my life and all the current running around - become me? I don't think so, but does it make sense to say that I want to be in the midst of a fray that well becomes me?
This Fray Well Becomes Me...
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