Sunshine, warm day, a tall glass of latte over ice, and a hot mushroom mascarpone. I'm writing about Eulalia commanding an ex-RAF airship over the mid-Atlantic on her way to kick ass while at the same being asked out on a date by a Moroccan pirate who is working for the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire. My imagination is having to work overtime. Here sits a writer in heaven.
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Martyn MacDonald Adams
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