Here’s a little something. One of the ideas I’ve been toying with is a novel involving a classic pulp fiction team-up. This is the introduction of Nick Errant, inspired by detectives and weird menace fiction. I don’t know if it’ll go anywhere else, but thought I’d share this bit. Enjoy.

Prospero punched Nick Errant in the gut. A lot of your less respectable hired muscle might smack you in the face to make a stronger impression, but the risk was that you might break a jaw. Guys with broken jaws couldn’t talk.

Prospero worked him over for a bit until Nick couldn’t breath. Then the two guys holding him dropped Nick in a folding chair.

He gasped. Something might be broken. He couldn’t always tell.

Prospero offered Nick a cigarette, but he waved it off.

“Never picked up the habit.” He nodded to a bottle of scotch on his desk in the darkened office.… Read the rest “Nick Errant”