Dolus (Andrew Harrowell)

Andrew has been writing for almost half a decade after deciding to try and fulfil his childhood ambition of becoming an author. Over that time he’s self-published an Underworld story (what would Minos, Final Judge of Souls, do if Hades appointed mortal management consultants to save the kingdom from a financial crisis?), and is currently proofreading a Sc-Fi whodunnit set on a Space-Lift. A pretty straight-forward, ‘you-get-what-you-see’ kinda guy, Andrew is delighted to have the opportunity to weave a web of tricks and lies as Dolus.

A call is all it takes

Lily breezes past the little desk in the corner of the flat, the random scattering of paperwork lifting as she does. She’s such an untidy person. So opposite to me. I think that’s what made us work so well together. As she steps past the tiny sofa, I notice her toenails are bright red. It’s not a colour I’m used to on her. I find it alluring. There’s so much I want to say, but so little I can.

A late night meeting

I take a tiny sip of my drink, maintaining my indifference. I do so love watching the mortals attempt their own tricky schemes. They are all such amateurs. But then no one can match me. “Are you sure?” I rest the glass on the arm of the chair. That will be quite enough of that for the time being.

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