It does not seem fair, because it was I who found the necklace, after all

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The guinea drops: Naomi Novik's Temeraire is not an Aubrey-and-Maturin, but a Regency romance.

This revelation brought to you courtesy of Georgette Heyer's The Corinthian (1940) and a low-grade fever. I am sure everyone else has already noticed. I'm going back to bed.

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Had interesting dreams about evil creaks in an old house (evil creeks would have been better) a wanking ghost (?!) who turned into something like an elongated cello, a weeping beech, a wooden sword and a very compelling young heroine who made the sword to kill demons.

I dreamed that I was bleeding from the ears and waking up on an empty branch of the Green Line that does not exist; previously there had been storms. You win. Also, that sounds like a story of Sylfie. You should write it.

I know there's no such thing as ghosts, but I have seen the demon host.

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I think I shall write it someday. I need to put together some notes of all the things on queue.

waking up on an empty branch of the Green Line that does not exist

That's kind of cool, except, yeah, green line. It's like the Hydra.

That reminds me - there was a rhyming alphabet monster primer in the dream as well.

A is for Annis, heating her pot.
B is for Basilisk, whose touch makes you rot.
C is for Cockatrice, whose glance makes you stone.
D is for Dagon, who sees Cthulhu alone...