On Sunday, I finished C. S. Friedman's "Coldfire" trilogy.

If I were 15 years younger, I'd now be writing "Gerald Tarrant loves Damien Vryce" on all of my exercise-books.

Heck, I still feel the urge to do so... thankfully, I have no exercise-books anymore. Eep.

The last paragraphs of the 3^rd book... oh yeah, Gerald Tarrant does love Damien Vryce, and it's mutual. Eep again. It's so hopelessly cute.

Now I need a ton of stories that overcome certain obstacles (no, don't worry, esda, I'll refrain from mentioning any spoilers) that seem unsurmountable at the trilogy's end.

Because Gerald Tarrant so loves Damien Vryce, and vice versa. Yes.

*cue in fangirl-y squee*