Evening's been reading Shadow of the Torturer. It's awful, she says, just awful.
He's not really a torturer, I say. Well, he is--was--but not really. Severian's a good guy. A swell guy. Sure, he has problems, but who doesn't? He's the type of guy that you'd want to introduce your mother to. In fact, I'd say he's a lot less psychopathic than either you or Quail.
Halt with the relativism, she says. I need to tend to my garden.
But it's frosty outside and everything is sleeping.
It is a garden of frost, you think you are so clever, don't you.
By the way how far have you gotten in the book, I ask.
The cover. She coughs into the sink. I just don't like the title.