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The Last Resort - Part 8a: News from Home
“Tell me more about your works,” said Ilmarė, fluttering her eyes in faux interest.
Talbot, already well into his cups, continued to regale her. “Oh, I’ve written quite a few romantic horrors. There was The Haunting of Agatha Mae, about a young woman who is the only one that can see what happened to the previous owners of a country home.”
“Fascinating,” said Ilmarė.
“Then there was Evilroot, about an eldest daughter possessed by the spirit of a Khitani princess whose tomb was uncovered by her archaeologist father.”
“This Yellow Sign…have you written anything else about it?”
“Oh, yes,” said Talbot, swaying a bit. “I recently wrote The Revenant King. It was a bit of a departure for me. It included Cassilda, the Pallid Mask, and Hali.”
“I’m quite the performer myself you know.” Ilmarė stroked Talbot’s arm. “I’d like to give you a private showing, if you’re interested.”
Talbot blinked. “I’m always interested in new talent,” he said with a wicked grin. “I don’t have a room here, but…”
“Not to worry,” said Ilmarė. She threw some coins at Bobbin, who promptly handed her a key. “I’ve got one.”
“You’re very resourceful. I like that in a woman.”
“I’m sure you do,” said Ilmarė, struggling to conceal the disdain in her voice. “Tell me, do you have plans to write anything else involving The King in Yellow?”
“As a matter of fact, I’m working on a new book called The Yellow Sign.”
Ilmarė nearly stopped short. “Well, here we are.” She opened the door.
Talbot stumbled in and immediately began taking off his shirt. The problem was that he forgot he was wearing a mask. He only got one arm free before he realized his predicament. Momentarily blinded and thoroughly drunk, Talbot decided to let his budding new actress help him get undressed.
There was the soft thud of the door closing.
“Hello?”
“Tell me more about your works,” said Ilmarė, fluttering her eyes in faux interest.
Talbot, already well into his cups, continued to regale her. “Oh, I’ve written quite a few romantic horrors. There was The Haunting of Agatha Mae, about a young woman who is the only one that can see what happened to the previous owners of a country home.”
“Fascinating,” said Ilmarė.
“Then there was Evilroot, about an eldest daughter possessed by the spirit of a Khitani princess whose tomb was uncovered by her archaeologist father.”
“This Yellow Sign…have you written anything else about it?”
“Oh, yes,” said Talbot, swaying a bit. “I recently wrote The Revenant King. It was a bit of a departure for me. It included Cassilda, the Pallid Mask, and Hali.”
“I’m quite the performer myself you know.” Ilmarė stroked Talbot’s arm. “I’d like to give you a private showing, if you’re interested.”
Talbot blinked. “I’m always interested in new talent,” he said with a wicked grin. “I don’t have a room here, but…”
“Not to worry,” said Ilmarė. She threw some coins at Bobbin, who promptly handed her a key. “I’ve got one.”
“You’re very resourceful. I like that in a woman.”
“I’m sure you do,” said Ilmarė, struggling to conceal the disdain in her voice. “Tell me, do you have plans to write anything else involving The King in Yellow?”
“As a matter of fact, I’m working on a new book called The Yellow Sign.”
Ilmarė nearly stopped short. “Well, here we are.” She opened the door.
Talbot stumbled in and immediately began taking off his shirt. The problem was that he forgot he was wearing a mask. He only got one arm free before he realized his predicament. Momentarily blinded and thoroughly drunk, Talbot decided to let his budding new actress help him get undressed.
There was the soft thud of the door closing.
“Hello?”