Sandman Slim encounters sees a man named Vidocq who tells him very many things:
- “You are a Nephilim. The last of your kind. We don’t have any trustworthy descriptions of previous Nephilim. We have no idea if their complexions were smooth . . . your scars are simply part of your divine nature . . . I’m sure this process will continue and that you’ll acquire new scars in the future.”
- “Nothing is ever the same the second time. It might be worse. It might be better. But it’s never the same.”
Dear blog readers can tell how much self is enjoying this novel. She found out today that it is the penultimate of the series. GAH. She also found out that in the book previous to this, Sandman Slim was in Hell, and readers were generally not liking it as much as the ones set in L.A.
Don’t know whether to go with this opinion or not. All she knows is that Sandman Slim returned to L.A. with a fondness for Malediction cigarettes and a desperate longing to appear normal.
L.A. is the best setting for fiction. Self doesn’t think she’s read a single L.A. novel that she hasn’t liked.
Stay safe, dear blog readers. Stay safe.