When I get home from work today, my copy of Down Among the Sticks and Bones by Seanan McGuire should be waiting for me, I’ve been eagerly waiting for this book for about a year now.
I know (well, I fear) that it won’t be as good as Every Heart a Doorway — it can’t be.
That doesn’t mean it won’t be good, just not as good. As long as I remember that, I won’t be disappointed. Which is my biggest fear.
Am I the only one who plays mind-games like this?