In a secret underground spa for oilrig workers, covertly funded from the public purse, being boiled to the point of passing out in an ayurvedic steam box - they know I know something!
Somewhere in the Middle Ages (Venice, apparently, would suit me) looking at some weird guys! @weirdmedieval.bsky.social A delightful book I was lucky enough to receive as a Christmas present. (Yes I was asked and yes I did request it!)
If I were the protagonist in The Seventh Floor, I’d probably be knee-deep in espionage and trying to outwit the CIA or some shadowy organisation. Where would you be in your book?
Saint's Mire in a priory unsure whether I am on safe ground. Leading a rag tag Blood Scout platoon not of my choosing on a quest of of nebulous outcome.
Let's face it I am waist deep in the doodoo and only wearing wellingtons.
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Let's face it I am waist deep in the doodoo and only wearing wellingtons.