Re: Long way around the barn!
Some years before that I'd found myself in a hotel in Stockport during some strange season referred to as summer
Ah, see, it was at this point that I realized you were making the whole thing up.
I’ve been to Stockport. There is no “summer” there.
There is the season where the blood falls from the sky, the season where the tortured dead rise from the ground and stagger around, the season where incoherent berserker wrath comes upon the inhabitants, and Winter.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
