I’ve reached Page 100! Excelsior!
I stole that from a Vonnegut essay, by the way. Credit where it’s due.
Page 100 is in this case a bit of a landmark. It’s towards the end of chapter five, the protagonist stops reacting and starts acting again. He’s done this before already, taking control only to find out he was supposed to think he was taking control…or whatever that means when one is trapped in a faerie mound.
Makes much more sense when you read it, honest. Faeries, you know.
Reading and enjoying more Declan Hughes to keep the proper hard-boiled Irish mojo going. I’m not as tough a writer, but I’m funnier. Or I try to be.