“Cancelled,” said Shane. “Shame, really. She’s an autograph on my bucket list.”
“Mora Farr,” said Trace. “Also cancelled. Double booked.”
“It’s turned into the biggest array of B-list nobodies you’d ever want to see in one room,” said Shane. “Oh, but they’re still getting the full hog. I don’t know how many fish will be skewered tonight to appease these idiots. Banal and beige bookmarks. Imagination-less speed humps.”
“The Chard winery is delivering a full truck of Purr’s Peak,” said Trace. “Complimentary for Sahala. But Ms Jane’s not attending. And even the truck’s gone missing.”
Sabienn’s ears picked up the mention of Purr’s Peak, the top-shelf wine he’d had life and death encounters with.
“Which rock have you girls been living under?” poked in Stork. “The more removed from reality,
