>I just finished reading Christmas Rose (and appear to be the first one
>to comment on it)...
>

I have never owned a sword. But in my mind's eye, I can see a thirty-inch blade. A straight blade, single edged, with a thrusting point. That sword is almost in my reach at moments of what I tend to describe afterward as "righteous anger." A need for justice to be done, and a belief that this case is worthy of adding a corpse to the universe.

When I read about Mike Carpenter, that sword was at my fingertips.

Peter Eng
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It's an emotional thing. Logic doesn't enter into it.