The name’s Davenport. I review games.
So the other day I answer a knock at the door, and there stands…
…this ordinary guy.
Just a guy in a plain brown suit.
I look around past the guy. Figure there must be some alien or hellspawn or mutant freak back there somewhere.
Nope. Just the one ordinary guy.
“Hello,” the guy says in a thick Limey accent. “John’s the name. John Walters.” He shakes my hand.
“Nice to meetcha,” I says. “Here with a gig?”
“I am indeed,” Walters says, handing over a nice-lookin’ book with “Liminal” on the cover.
“What’s the pitch?” I asks.
“Urban fantasy,” he says. “Faeries, werewolves, ghosts, and vampires hiding in the present day UK.”
“I’m always good for that,” I says, flippin’ through the book. Really pretty book. “I’ll give it a good review.”
“I know you will,” he says. He taps his temple, smiling and nodding. “I have foreseen it.”
“Riiiight,” I says. “Well, anyway, wanna come in? Have a drink?”
“No thanks, old chap,” he says. “Must fly, I’m afraid.”
He turns into a swan and flies away.
I sigh and walk back to my desk, settin’ the “Days Without a Weirdo” sign back to zero.