If The Real World Were A Book,

I Still Feel Threatened By Academics, But My Books Have A Lot Of Academic In-jokes And Everybody Assumes I Went To University And Studied English.

Don't Ever Call Me Mad, Mycroft. I'm Not Mad. I'm Just ... Well, Differently Moraled, That's All.

She Wasn't The Only One To Be Physically Morphed By Reader Expectation. Miss Havisham Was Now Elderly Whether She Liked It Or Not, And Sherlock Holmes Wore A Deerstalker And Smoked A Ridiculously Large Pipe. The Problem Wasn't Just Confined To The Classics. Harry Potter Was Seriously Pissed Off That He'd Have To Spend The Rest Of Life Looking Like Daniel Radcliffe.

Two Minds With But A Single Thought, Two Hearts That Beat As One.

Death, I Had Discovered Long Ago, Was Available In Varying Flavors, And None Of Them Particularly Palatable.