Abandoned. In my own home.

The hand that holds the food-spoon holds their hearts.

I guess I had always known it. Perhaps I had been foolish enough to hope, that perhaps they kept a little simple affection for my self.

Hah! Here I am, back at home after long away, and do they come and snuggle through the night as they were wont to do? They do not. Hide nor hair of 'em did I see, all through the long lonely watches of the night.

The sitters are leaving today, and the little beasts are practically packing to go with 'em.

A review I hadn't seen...

...of Outremer, no less! In which I am castigated, but fairly mildly; the reviewer liked the books, on the whole. A lot, it says. Despite all the flaws, it says.

*is flawed*