The Mastiff is to the dog as the Lion is to the cat.
Time is running out. I have a self-imposed deadline for releasing book 4 by Dec 24th. After a particularly tedious day of house cleaning and listening to drivel from a bigot, and making a huge "breakfast for dinner" customozed for each of the five of us, I have a seriously major headache. (Did I mention that when I was heating ham and onion for my omelette, I went to sprinkle garlic salt and it POURED? Bye bye delicious omelette...) I should still try to wrap this chapter up, but I'm really temped to go bury my nose in my kindle instead.