Dirk leaned against the trunk of a towering Jacaranda, breathing puffs of smoke through his nose and watching them rise to merge with the purple canopy high above. He could lose himself for hours in the beauty hidden in every corner of the City of Gold, one attitude-adjustment away.
He smiled. Ja, boet. But when he lost himself, at least he remembered to come back. Some people lost themselves forever on these bloodstained streets.
He took a last drag, held it deep inside and looked up through the Jacaranda blossoms. What had that obnoxious bogtrotter done this time? Would he ever hear the full story? Or would this be another rumour evolving and growing through word of mouth until it became yet another chapter in the immortal legend of Irish Mick?
They’d been through good times together. And bad times. But they were always memorable. Always larger than life. And they always ended up an unpredictable bloody mess.
Extract from Dancing in Valhalla. 13 twisted tales of music, magick, mayhem & murder.
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Thanks for your time. And thanks to everyone who came out to Horwoods yesterday, especially if you bought one (or both) of my books. I really appreciate your support.
Cheers.
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