Interview with the Time Mutant.

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Christmas, Morte, recipes, Regency, sci-fi, The Writer and the Rake, TIme Mutants, Time-travel

 

Morte.

‘Fraid not. That honor goes to Mitchell Killgower.

 

Morte.

 But Mitchell and me are kind of related. I’m a descendant. 

Morte 

One thousand years.

 

Morte

Christ no. That would mean doing Brittany the heroine.

Morte.

 Put together. Brittany’s your worst nightmare. But hey that’s not why. She’s also my great I have never counted how many times grandmother.

Morte.

Cos she gets it right. This thing we have to do, or be doomed forever, unless we can find some poor unsuspecting stranger to ensnare.

Morte

I don’t spend it there. Nup. I spend it wherever.  I have spent it chasing nymphs through the glade of Mount Olympus, doing battle with the Mongol hordes, nothing to the shoppers on Seventh Avenue. And please, please can we just not mention the Victorians?

You might say with this condition I have, I don’t get  a lot of choice.

Morte.

You betcha.

Morte.

Sure it is little fellah. Ain’t nothing to be scared of.

Morte

Matter of fact I brought yah this.

Morte’s Hell-fire cookies.

Morte.

It’s what all the best Time Mutants eat at Christmas.

Morte

Have a good one, little fellahs.

Morte

Well, ain’t that a pity. Still more I can’t say.

Morte

Oh okay. it’s real simple actually.