I do not recall that Richard and I spent any conventionally happy times together; it always seemed to be raining, a soft patter in the darkness, a downpour one Christmas Eve, a drear grey drizzle when his illness would confine him in the upstairs room I kept for him.
Mythril: Vol. 1
, Article 10.
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Mythcon 51: The Mythic, the Fantastic, and the Alien
Albuquerque, New Mexico • Postponed to: July 30 – August 2, 2021