I feel bad when I post a whole lot of bad reviews in a short while, but sometimes I find a whole lotta bad right in a row. Charles de Lint is one of my favorite authors, and I usually love his Newford collections. But Muse and Reverie stunk. It felt like scrapings from the bottom of the barrel. I mad eit halfway through before decing I'd had enough. 2 outta 10.
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