One of the best opening chapters I’ve read this year, simply brilliant!!
Can’t wait for the next chapter!
Tessa reminded me of a brain dead valley girl and Eliot, a snake described to a T! Someone who will always be a mediocre middle manager…
Looking forward to seeing what the cards will be worth, and the possible upgrading of Johnny's gravestone would be a nice touch. It will be interesting to see how the remaining members of his family react!
Both Ash and Axel need to learn the word compromise, it's so simple...will they ever get to that point???
Oric seems to hold the key to the mystery of what is happening to the guides. Can a guide 'guide' another guide? I suspect Professor Echo is behind what is going on...
Or the scene of a kitchen disaster, a flour apocalypse, sacrilege, and exorcism performed on the kitchen counter and oven, not to mention the molestation of several innocent apples...
Alvin rolled his eyes, wondering how in the hell he’d find Granny’s cookbook amidst the chaos that was her kitchen. “This is going to be… fun.”
Looks like a giant crane is gonna be needed to safely remove the ginormous stick lodged in Aunt Daphne's posterior...I mean WTF???
The food arrived, and I was presented with a bowl of pasta. I complained but was informed that la signora had said that I had changed my mind. I took a deep breath and tried for calm. I remonstrated in what I hoped was a polite manner, but she was unrepentant; I wasn’t intolerant so could have the pasta. And as it was my first visit to the restaurant, I could not miss it. It was really special. Then she turned to Graham to say something and addressed her meal. That was it, as far as she was concerned.
And the kiss!!!!
I see nothing...nothing...
He was twenty-one years old. Three months ago, he had been reading History at a red-brick university, drinking cheap wine, and debating the Corn Laws. Then came the fail-out. The silence from his father. The locks changed. The bank account frozen. The terrifying, rapid descent from the middle class to the bottom of the heap. The council had put him here. Emergency Housing, they called it. A dumping ground. His new home was a monument to the failure of his potential.
I read nothing...didn't even open the webpage named...The Estate-Prologue.Prologue