Got lots and lots of reading done over the holidays. Which, of course, now means lots and lots of paperwork: editorial letters, other correspondence, and marketing — whee! Among other things, had the opportunity to read the draft of the collection Anne Bishop is working on (which is currently scheduled to be released this fall). Here’s one of those lovely exchanges between Daemon and Surreal that just jumped out at me yesterday:
“…for the record, I’d rather have the discomfort of moontimes than carry what you’ve got between your legs.”
He just raised an eyebrow.
“Moon’s blood only throws me offstride for three days out of a month. A cock makes a man potentially stupid at any hour of the day.”
“You have such faith in the male gender,” he said blandly.
In any case, more working for me…. Perhaps thoughtful stuff later if my brain avoids today’s potential frying. Heh.
Et in arcaedia, ego. 
Among other things, had the opportunity to read the draft of the collection Anne Bishop is working on
*grumble* *Wishful sigh*