I hope you know that I blame you entirely. Your offense? Puppet-mastering my emotions.
Leviathan was good. Behemoth was barking insane. And Goliath had me violently pounding my head into my pillow and curled up in a fetal position clear to the last chapter.When birds start chirping outside your bedroom window, that's usually a sign that you've read for too long. I tried to stop. I did. But I was utterly helpless. Completely.Totally. Absolutely.
6:50 am, Scott. 6:50.
Perhaps you should include a warning:
Caution: contents may induce obsession and severe anxiety.
For crying out loud, I've been thinking in a Scottish accent for a week. And saying things like "Barking spiders!"
All I can say is that I am everlastingly grateful that the trilogy is already finished. If I had read Behemoth and then had to wait, I'd probably be stalking your house. Preferably with a storm walker or a fighting bear, but a shotgun would do just fine if worse came to worse.
In other words, well done, man. Well. Done.
Sincerely,
Reader-whose-life-can-finally-return-to-normal (Maybe)
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