Grimgrack

Two days in is a little early to celebrate the beginning of a new novel, but what the heck.  For the time being - mostly as a way to goose productivity - I'll post a paragraph.

Amber Gerberding was standing right against him, all liquor breath and liquor delivery and half-lidded eyes, her small but solid bosom pressed flush into his left arm, telling him about a school assembly gone half-wrong, and the word, the magic word, still good five-years-on, the definitive way to completely control at least one person on the planet.