Bert felt jealous, cheated on, and blue. Then he discovered he could morph into a giant nightmarish slug...
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Life in the Clouds #6: Take a Slug ® James Field.
In the last post: As Alf strolled along in his cheerful thoughts, he stopped. Was that a troll he saw...?
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Eerie Eve ® James Field. Part 18
The troll was about Alf's height, which was towering for a human, and its shoulders and back were huge, like a gorilla on steroids. The top half of its body was bare, its skin rough and green like a crocodile's. A pair of baggy trousers, held up by belt and braces, reached to its bowed knees. Its hair, ragged, long and bleached, resembled a lion's mane. Two beady eyes glared at him, like an eagle sizing up its prey. And its nose, ah, well, long, like an erect penis.
Alf searched his memory for knowledge of trolls. As far as he could remember, trolls were powerful giants and enemies of humans. They live in caves or in castles on hilltops, robbing and eating any travellers foolish enough to stray into their domain after dark. Huge, hard-skinned, and impossible to destroy; sunlight alone could defeat them, either turning them to stone or making them explode.
The troll expanded its chest and drew a huge breath, then clenched its fists, bent forward, and released a roar that would have blown Alf's hat off if he'd been wearing one. The smell of the creature's breath made his toes curl.
Not believing his eyes, Alf closed them and opened his third eye. The creature still stood there, ugly and real as life.
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The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
There’s a lot to like and a lot to dislike in this story. I like that it’s cosy, funny, and heart-warming. The plot, however, is a tragedy. There are two murders, and every character in the book, of which there are many, has a motif. With so many twists, turns, and red herrings throughout the narrative, it lost me in a virtual maze.
But the author commits the gravest crime: he introduces a new, guilty character right at the end of the story. Tut, tut, naughty.
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