Who was reading: A slip of a woman with dyed black hair and dramatic, wolf-like eyes. She had the chalky pallor of one who lives among ideas rather than people or things. I found myself wanting to wander through her thoughts.
According to Tolstoy himself: This novel is “not a novel, even less is it a poem, and still less an historical chronicle."
"Warlock and Peace": Possible title for the Quirk Books spoof (ala Android Karenina). This could be the cover.