I grin like a Cheshire cat. That scene unfolded with speed and ferocity and a lovely little edge of horror. And ended with great fireworks. And I buried the horrible truth within the most compelling of lies, so that when the truth resurfaces, it will do so with a nice little knife-twist to the gut. When it’s working and the storytelling is there, I swear there’s nothing better than writing.
Well. Almost nothing.