"Though undeniably atmospheric, it does wade into the Swamp of Turgidity as Bhodie and Avalon slog through the trials as well as some undisciplined acting riper than an orc's codpiece."
"They won't believe you," her mind's voice tells her after she sees a figure reclining in a rocking chair on the porch of her new home that should be empty; it disappears within seconds. Her mind's voice is right, we swiftly learn, and so Jessica smiles and acts normally. She remains silent and amenable, for a while.