When we look into the mirror pastwards, we seem to see cliffs and panoplies of loved story carking at us wordfully in our wake Remember Me! Remember Me!
Dancing child, poison-turner, lifter / of mountaintops, not even Kaliya / could carry your weight.
Almost no other show, genre or otherwise, is as well-written as Blakes 7... I want people who enjoy, talk about and make art to know where the good shit is and where the bar should be set.