…a Game of Murder indeed…which happens to be a novel of mine set in the thirties. Christophe and Alexandra are the main characters, higher-ranking servants of the household in which most of the novel is based. What do you think of this extract? Some of Christophe’s speech is used as my DeviantART.com signature.
“Now, for those of you who have decided to stay, every game, every piece of artwork, and every life declared on high deserves a conclusion. I give you…another detective!”
With that cue, Christophe bounded out of the guesthouse bathroom, from which, Alexandra knew, there was a hatch that opened into the concealed part of the bedroom.
A black blindfold covered Christophe’s gorgeous eyes, and she marvelled at how he did not collide with anything in the room. Again, navigation and travel were part of Christophe; not even darkness could fool whatever he needed to achieve.
“Fate, they say,” Christophe proclaimed, “is blind. Those who pass away into the ether do so by hand of mortal, not by wish of Fate himself. Therefore it seems that those who survive do so by chance also. Here we have seen the very work of lethal mortals, and should be gladdened and gratified that we are not joined with Fate up in the Heavens now.
“Luckily, though, the eyes of the law are far from so blinded.”
He whisked off the blindfold and, to Alexandra, his eyes glowed with the ethereal light he had just been narrating about. Perhaps, though, it was just the effect of the dilated pupils, from being in the dark the best part of the afternoon.
And that, Alexandra supposed, as she gazed into his perfectly-sculptured face, is this end of this chapter of the storybook performance.