Bugger, I have absolutely no time to give this the attention it deserves. And I've already completely ignored your two big, rollicking B/A discussions which were right up my alley -- or, rather, whimpered at them piteously and then gone back to work. ARGH!

Briefly:

- I am madly enthusiastic about your Immortal characterization. It's perfect, and now I want a novel about him.
- I love, "The hell? Um, roger," Spike the exhaust pipe, Connor's perfect hair, Xander's death scene, and Lorne.
- I really rather loathe the goopy descriptions of Buffy scrabbling around in her nethers. I'm supposed to, I assume. Blegh.
- I like the power play in #4, but you knew I would.
- I love the opening lines.
- I think that each sentence, on its own, is crafted, intriguing, and full of barbs and codes, but strung together they are -- in certain places -- disharmonious and cluttered. It's always intelligent poetry, but it breaks out of control. I lose sight of the trees for the forest.
- In spite of the above (which is a debatable point anyway), I love what you do, the risks you take. It pays off. There's a ton of extraordinary stuff here.
- The way you weave grim drama with hilarity is virtuosic and very Jossian.
- The whole last page, actually, should be framed. HAH!
- I can't wait to see what you do next.