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Reading Ghastly Glass (second in the Renaissance series by Joyce and Jim Lavene). Right now, the only thing I'm thinking about it is that old Hee Haw song, "If it weren't for bad luck, she'd have no luck at all.". Her boyfriend keeps catching her in compromising positions, and they keep stumbling over dead bodies. I am liking the contrast between the world of the permanent "faire" they work at/ live at part time, and the "real world". You can tell the difference too, between those who live at the faire site all the time and immerse themselves completely in it, and those who come in and work only part of the time.
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