Feeling nostalgic for Swordspoint. In the beginning of the book, Richard St. Vier is running from a garden party where he’d just killed some dudes (don’t worry, it was all legal swordfightery stuff) because he didn’t really want to be badgered by curious rich people all evening. He legit jumps over the garden wall to do so.
I feel you there, socially awkward Richard. I feel you.
Somehow this just feels like a thing to re-blog on a Saturday night.
This, so much.