Ominous
For the last couple of weekends malaheed and I have been tidying. The books, who have been slowly making a bid for supremacy over the biological occupants of the flat, are being corralled and sorted into tidy piles, to cries of "That's where that was!" and "When did we get this?" Occasionally we are even contemplating evicting some of them. But now Malaheed has discovered a book neither of us has ever seen before. We have not heard of J. Robert King, the author. The book is called Angel of Death and is apparently unread - no telltale creases in the spine. Suggestively, it is set in Chicago, but it's a UK imprint. It fails my "read the first and last sentence and a random sentence in the middle" test for basic readability, and the author has apparently published an Arthurian trilogy, which I would have sampled before buying a serial killer thriller (a genre neither of us reads). Where did it come from?? How did it get here??? Are we both suffering amnesia regarding a gift? Are the books fighting back? Breeding a new master race of killer thrillers come to take over the flat from its puny human occupants? What is that rustling in the hallway?
[Here the manuscript breaks off.]
[Here the manuscript breaks off.]