Jason Versus a Historical Accent“Pleased to make your acquaintance,” Jason said to his bookshelf, and made a face. He really was trying. The accent was taking some getting used to. “My lord.”
His bookshelf stoically refused to comment. Jason glared at it, paced around his living room for a minute, glanced longingly outside at California sun and a nice light breeze and thoughts of his bike. This would be such great weather to be out on a motorcycle—
No. Vocal work. Practicing.
Maybe going for a run would help. Lifting some weights. Did Napoleonic War naval captains lift weights?
He eyed his laptop. He could look up historical gentlemen’s workout routines—
No. Dammit.
He sighed. Loudly. Attempted, to his television, “If I could have a moment of your time, to discuss the Steadfast and o
