"Besides, she's mostly a soul, a spirit, whatever, and you aren't really screwing the brains out of each other right? That all this is some kind of big metaphor for something else? Ugh, trying to think too much hurts, it's a small wonder you've already managed as much as you have "
If I have to keep reading interminable arse gravy like this that The Observer calls writing I'm going to hunt him/her down and beat them with a sack of irate fox kits.
Fucking hell it's legit painful to read. I don't think even a sexy redhead foxlady is worth this pain. Does their writing get better or is it better to just bail on this story?