The Bloody Chamber (and other stories), page 131

The night of the solstice,
the hinge of the year when things do not fit together as well as they should.

This is a beautiful, beautiful line. I’d noted it down without helpful accompanying information like book or author, and spent a while thinking it might have been Neil Gaiman.

The Bloody Chamber (and other stories), page 129

But those eyes are all you will be able to glimpse of the forest assassins as they cluster invisibly around your smell of meat as you go the woods unwisely late.

I’m staying home.

The Bloody Chamber (and other stories), page 140

One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.

Nearly finished now. The Werewolf freaked me out as much as the cat in Neil Gaiman's Feeders and Eaters, which was lots. I'm glad they're short stories, not sure I could stay through a book. Beautiful but most macabre.

The Bloody Chamber (and other stories), page 74.5

I'm exactly halfway through this collection; reading the last paragraphs of The Tiger's Bride. They'll linger. Puss-in-Boots waits.

It's definitely odd, but not as weird as I'd thought. Too much Neil Gaiman perhaps.

This may, of course, all change.
That's the beauty of reviewing this way.