Reading Wednesday, March 08, 2006

"Mind you," Rufus Cade rumbled to himself, leaning back in the armchair as the door closed, "you're an arsehole too, Ashley Bastard-Garland. Let's face it, we're all arseholes. Ow!" He had burnt his bottom lip on the last thin quarter-inch of joint. "All arseholes, except Ned fucking Maddstone. Which makes him," he reasoned to himself, "the biggest arsehole of all."