'Go on, then,' Dave hissed in his ear, 'kneel!'
Cuthbert hurried over to the throne. He flashed the queen his brightest and most I'm-an-extremely-capable-hero-est smile.
'Kneel!' Dave hissed again and he dropped to the ground.
He could feel the queen's gaze on his neck. His pulse beat in his throat.
'What is your name?' the queen asked. Her voice was cool and sweet. She over-pronounced her Ts. That meant she was really posh.
M. J. Magee
Don’t call me Ishmael. It would be wildy inaccurate. I’m a web developer writing my first online-point-and-click-game-cum-choose-your-own-adventure-book. Um, probably the first online-point-and-click-game-cum-choose-your-own-adventure-book. When not writing profiles about myself, I read, build websites, watch Netflix, and sleep. Lots.You may also like
