I am writing today! Fire on [it's very cold] and laptop to
hand...here is a little snippet of The Owners Volume IV
Parm didn’t seem in the least offended or taken aback. In fact he looked very
much like he had been anticipating the question for a very, very long time.
He smiled broadly at the two men before him. “Money talks, my friends, money
talks. And its voice is the same in every language – a sound like sweet rustling
leaves on a cool summer’s day.”
There was a universal silence. Parm worked the quietness like a conductor
worked an orchestra, timing and pacing it just right to maximum effect. The
atmosphere in the room thickened until the air felt gloopy with tension.