#cissy maddock

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It’s a shame I have literally nothing it takes to write actual, full-length novels, because I have a bunch of characters I’d love to inflict on the world.

A mildly ADHD bi polyglot and linguist with demonic diplomacy and ghost hunting as a second job and almost-full-time ray of sunshine.

A perpetually tired, autistic Frenchman who has no real interest in *hunting* ghosts, but still unfortunately sees them, on his way from neurotic city-dweller to forest cryptid.

An eccentric collection of knights, on their way to avenge the assasination of the boyfriend of one of them and a put-upon princess who only halfway asked for their help but WILL use them for her own ends now, so help her.

  A pair of travelling lesbian con-artists.

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‘Our roles are set for us’ said Maggie with a sniffle and a shrug ‘I’m a maid and will always be one. Be quiet, be invisible, do the job and disappear. That’s my role.’

‘All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players’ Cissy quoted, inspecting Her Ladyship’s ornate hat ‘So says Shakespeare, and right he is. But what if...’

She took the hat off the hanger and placed it slowly on Maggie’s head.

‘What if we learned another’s role? What if...’ she went on, crouching down in front of her ‘What if we wrote the play ourselves?’

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Maggie felt the glue of her moustache slowly peel away. Panic clawed its way up her throat as she threw herself into the crowd, looking for Cissy. 

They could not risk being exposed.