Table of Contents | 17 December 2012
1937 was quite a year for the nascent British science fiction community.
Fairly certain, yes, end times. / Yes, and somehow somewhat anticlimactic.
She reads—not the book around her neck, which is small, only as long and as wide as her thumb, black cord threaded through a sewn leather spine, knotted shut.
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