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Inverting again, the Nataku & Gokuu frontispiece from Gaiden 2 ch 10. Nataku looks a bit Christlike to my eyes but I'm sure that's just a coincidence.

I've been trolling used bookstores for Brust. Haven't found much Brust but did find a handful of Fu Manchus on Friday, which I ought to read because I never have. I suspect from a fast browse that it's not going to be as much fun as I thought it would be, but we shall see. Later; because next day I stumbled on a real find- two Charles Williams', Descent into Hell and Many Dimensions, both out of print on this side of the Atlantic, at least. Haven't read them in 20-some years and can't remember, again, why I ditched my own copies. So am happily meandering through MD, and 500 Years After, and the Return of Dr. Fu Manchu, and Chinese poems, and this story which is still stuck on the same point as a month ago ie what could Hakkai possibly do to make Gouen think he might be Goujun. Maybe I should just take that scene out now that I've put the subsequent sex scene back in. Maybe I should have a sex scene with Hakkai. Maybe that should prompt Jiip to attack Gouen at which in a flash Gouen understands all and goes away to weep that his brother now prefers screwing a youkai to screwing him...

Maybe I should go back to reading Many Dimensions.

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I lent my copy of Many Dimensions to a friend several years ago. Never did get it back. Must try to find it again.

Maybe I should have a sex scene with Hakkai.

O_O

I've not read the Fu Manchu books since high school. I don't properly remember all the nefariosity. Maybe I ought to reread as well.

I had to read MD in a college fantasy class, and absolutely loved it -- probably more so than anything else they had us read. Wonder if my own copy is still around somewhere....

Truly? While I like Charles Williams a lot, I can't imagine him trumping the sort of people I'd put on a fantasy course. OTOH I bet what colleges put on fantasy courses wouldn't do much for me. Mary Shelley, Lovecraft, Eddison and Lord Dunsany, was it?

Actually, Lewis Carroll (who I'd forgotten about until now -- Alice still trumps much, for me); one of Tolkien's Lord of the Rings novels, but I can't remember which, just being horrifically bored (what appealed at 11 had been sullied by too much bad fantasy in the interim); and the first of the Earthsea books, which, for whatever reason, did not appeal at all. Yes, I know that makes me a heathen, but that's how it goes. Oh, and The Last Unicorn, which I've also never much liked. I think it's a extraordinarily overrated book.