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Ian Clements
'Biography?' I mused, tapping my pipe on the arm of the chair in idle thought.There was a creak to my right as a gentleman, lulled by brandy and heat of the fire, awoke to utter: 'A summation of yo...view more'Biography?' I mused, tapping my pipe on the arm of the chair in idle thought.There was a creak to my right as a gentleman, lulled by brandy and heat of the fire, awoke to utter: 'A summation of your life, good fellow. Triumphs, pitfalls, steamy romances.'I sipped whisky and stared into the hearth's soothing dance of flame. 'They shall not be reassured, thus. I was born before a blank page, blood black as ink for that ravenous foolscap. I have destroyed more worlds then most men view in a lifetime. Adverbs whisper to me in the darkness. My first short story was forty thousand words, and I do not understand Twitter.'The gentleman grunted assent and drew on his cigar. 'Well then. Do you plan giveaways, some form of question and answer scenario?''Perhaps' I murmured, steepling fingers as a caculating smile spread across my face.view less