This week's chapter has been delayed due to illness. Thanks to my housemate, I'm sick. For some odd reason the whole throat feeling like you're swallowing razor blades every time you eat and generally feeling dry as the sahara does not make for productive time at the old writing desk. Neither does the sensation of your right eyeball feeling itchy and claustrophobic as if it's a couple sizes too big for your eye socket and all you want to do is keep your eyes prised open ala Clockwork Orange and find some nice forceps to fix the issue.

Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

Long story short, I'm going to try and post a chapter or two next week when I feel more human and less like an itchy twitchy mess.