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 "It’s 11:30," I said to myself. "I’ll read a little more of Fly By Night and then I’ll go to sleep.”

…and now somehow it’s nearly 1 am and I’ve just finished it, and I am wide awake and FULL OF FEELINGS. Mosca! Cakes! Petrellis! (I will never not giggle at the school children literally dragging him into an alley and forcing him to teach them. You sweet, optimistic darling.) Poor Blythe the highwayman. 

And of course Saracen the very angry goose. (Please tell me someone wrote the ballad of that last battle, with Blythe versus spoiler and Saracen’s shining moment. PLEASE.)

…god, now I want to reread Westmark all over again…..