D.G. ~Shameless Reader~

I started this in audio but the prologue sounded so ridiculous that I almost burst a lung laughing. I mean really! Who can take a beginning like this seriously?

I often study the portrait of my father hanging above the massive fireplace in the grand library of my London residence and catalogue the similarities of our appearance.

The hair - black as the soot that lined the inside of a chimney.

The eyes - the shade of pewter that brought a fair price from fences.

The nose - a slender, knife-like shape, a fine-honed blade, aristocratic.

When told in a really bad English accent (like this narrator) the above descriptions are priceless. I don't know any men who thinks like this.

I may finish it in print if I hear enough good things about it.