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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
We were playing at The Space Room that night, and one of our quartet was out. We were waiting for his replacement, and he was so late we were getting threats from management.
Then it happened.
From the entrance of The Space Room came a thumping and a grating and a banging. Suddenly, sweeping across the dance floor like a cold wind, was a queerly shaped bass fiddle. It was too tall, too wide. It was more like a monstrous, midnight-black hour-glass than a bass.
Behind it, streaking over the floor in a waltz of agony, was a little guy, an animated matchstick with a flat tip.
His pale blue eyes were watery, like twin pools of fog… .
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
We were playing at The Space Room that night, and one of our quartet was out. We were waiting for his replacement, and he was so late we were getting threats from management.
Then it happened.
From the entrance of The Space Room came a thumping and a grating and a banging. Suddenly, sweeping across the dance floor like a cold wind, was a queerly shaped bass fiddle. It was too tall, too wide. It was more like a monstrous, midnight-black hour-glass than a bass.
Behind it, streaking over the floor in a waltz of agony, was a little guy, an animated matchstick with a flat tip.
His pale blue eyes were watery, like twin pools of fog… .