In the past three days, I've read Pocket Apocalypse, Vision in Silver, and Dead Heat. Yum yum yum. The first one reminded me that anyone and anything can be a monster. The second reminded me that sometimes monsters have complex motives and are trying to be better than they are. The third one just made me cry for love across boundaries of time and pride (and yes, there were more monsters, including a horrible horse).
I think it is time to take a brain-break, though. I'm getting hot and tight across my face.