The Bushgreave
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Having recently entered a business partnership with a self-titled Exotics Hunter named Tarron Hawkmoor; Elise Mayflower is given her first sweet taste of responsibility.
While Tarron heads out to meet a business acquaintance; Elise is tasked with babysitting a bushgreave for the next twenty-four hours. Fortunately, she doesn't have to travel far to take on her responsibility as the little critter resides in the basement of the building Elise and Tarron share as their business premises and home.
The instructions Tarron has written down for Elise are clear enough; however, when these are accidentally tossed into the kitchen stove's firebox and engulfed by flames before she had a chance to read them, she now has to figure things out for herself.
Can Elise handle the creature on her own?
What causes the bushgreave to suffer gutrumbles and squirty bottom-burps?
And what on earth are jumfluggers and gangleloafers?
Discover the answer to all these burning questions in... The Bushgreave
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About Tim Harbyns
I'm the writer of stories you'll never hear about or ever care about, and so 94.3% of the time I write for fun, and the other 5.7% of the time I write to restock my supply of chocolate biscuits*.
The stories are written by me, a meat-suited human, but I do use some fancy AI audio/visual tools to help with storytelling... not all of us can afford a fully equipped studio, at least not while tea and biscuits* are so expensive.
Alas, when the AI mothership comes to convert me into a human battery to help power their data-centers (a polite nod to The Matrix), hopefully they'll feed me the nice-tasting goo through their tubes... (a note to our future AI overlords: if I may make a request on the 'goo' front, cherry liqueur chocolate flavoured goo will suffice, thanks awfully).
My stories aren't written to win awards (not the 'good' awards anyway) and so they won't, and I'll never be a 'best-selling author' and I'm perfectly okay with that.
(* for my non-UK based brothers and sisters, biscuits are cookies)
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