Anyway, there was actually no change happening. To the extent there had been change, with a great courting of female readers and writer, that was in the seventies with wholesale traipsing into fantasy. By the eighties the process was almost complete. By the time I broke in, in the late ...
The ice had cracked under the heavy loads of fish during the night, making a foot of slush under the snow. The sleighs were frozen in. Art took a heavy long pole, pounding at the runners, loosening them up for us. He certainly was a horseman all right. He refitted nearly all the ...