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Lockwood smiled. ‘Oh, it’s just a Kuriashi turn. I can take you through the positions sometime.’
‘OK.’
‘Tea’s getting cold,’ George remarked. ‘And I’m on the penultimate slice of cake.’
He was lying. The Swiss rolls were still there. But it was time to eat something. I had a fluttery feeling in my tummy, and my legs felt weak. It was probably the late night catching up with me.
SCREAMING
— May 26, 2024 03:01PM
‘OK.’
‘Tea’s getting cold,’ George remarked. ‘And I’m on the penultimate slice of cake.’
He was lying. The Swiss rolls were still there. But it was time to eat something. I had a fluttery feeling in my tummy, and my legs felt weak. It was probably the late night catching up with me.
SCREAMING
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A polite cough sounded beside us. I looked up; Joplin turned.
Anthony Lockwood stood there. He was covered in grave-dust , and there were cobwebs on his collar and in his hair. His trousers were torn at the knees, his fingers bleeding. He’d looked smarter in his time, but I can’t say he’d ever looked better to me. He held his rapier casually in one hand.
— May 28, 2024 03:42PM
Anthony Lockwood stood there. He was covered in grave-dust , and there were cobwebs on his collar and in his hair. His trousers were torn at the knees, his fingers bleeding. He’d looked smarter in his time, but I can’t say he’d ever looked better to me. He held his rapier casually in one hand.
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This was classic Lockwood. Friendly, considerate, empathetic. My personal impulse would have been to slap the girl soundly round the face and boot her moaning backside out into the night. Which is why he’s the leader, and I’m not. Also why I have no female friends.
— May 27, 2024 03:24AM
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George gave a sceptical snort. ‘Oh, come on. You love all that mystery about him. Just like you love that pensive, far-off look he does sometimes, as if he’s brooding about important matters, or contemplating a tricky bowel movement. Don’t try to deny it. I know.’
I looked at him. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘Nothing.’
— May 27, 2024 03:08AM
I looked at him. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘Nothing.’