A snippet

Hope everyone is well. I am just getting back to the keyboard, flexing my fingers after some family priorities took over. For want of an actual "topic", here is something I've been working on lately. Here is a bit from "Miss March and the Papyrus of Sekhmet"


The viscount, it must be recognized, was a toad. Rupert St. Lyonne was young and dressed in a morning coat of a particularly insidious green. The skin of his chubby face, though not warty, gave every indication of fleshy excrescences to...