Book Excerpt for the Day

    Will's father reached across the breakfasting area and placed a mighty hand upon the forearm of his son.  "You are a good lad, Will," he said.  "You make your mother and me proud of you.  We care about you, you know that, don't you?"

    "I've never had cause to doubt it," Will eased his arm from beneath the pressure of his pater's portly palm, "except upon one or two occasions, such as the time that you tried to sell me to Count Otto Black's Circus Fantastique because you needed money to buy Mum a new wig."

    "A God-feeling woman can never have too many wigs," said Will's mum, downing another fried eggette.


(from The Witches of Chiswick by Robert Rankin)


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