A recording of my actual face and voice (you poor things), reading from my WIP Ever After at Fiction Night.
‘If you’re really… If you do that, then why are you here?’ I asked. ‘People just not dying today?’
Michael rolled his eyes and stubbed the cigarette out on the sole of his shoe. ‘I’m in a few places at once. Think of me as a sort of force rather than one guy. But I figure I’d like to talk to you as someone you fancy.’