If I ever get drunk again will you please duct tape my mouth and send me home in an Uber.
In London, with a bellyful of tequila, it sounded simple. Ten large to prove or disprove the existence of forest spirits.
But now? Now I was spreadeagled naked on the damp leafy soil in the middle of a forest in the middle of the freaking countryside and I wasn’t so sure. Still it was almost dawn…
A twig cracked and I turned my head to see a goat-headed being approaching me. It looked entirely too pleased to see me.
Working Title Blogspot 
Leave a comment