I knew, vaguely, that there were fantasy novels like this, but dear God, I had no idea they were quite this awful. "Lady Gwynne" and her tame knights--it would be funny if it weren't so revealing of the tawdry dreams of lonely cubicle-worker women. To hate your office-life so much that you have to daze yourself with knights and kladies is sad enough--but to bowdlerise those knights and make them caricatures of sensitive nineties guys--I'm sorry, I shouldn't mock the handicapped like this. But really, Trish & friends: don't you think your enterprise is a wee bit oxymoronic--emphasis on the last two syllables?