Tamsyn Muir reading a short excerpt from Alecto the Ninth.
“Alecto the Ninth, Act 1, Harrow in Hell, Chapter 1
At a point in the slit she was carving through life, Harrowhark Nonagesimus woke to find herself lost in a dark room. She had been walking when it’d all gone black. Any path ahead or behind was blotted out. Now she was here.
A sword was laid upon her from shoulder to hip. Her feet were bare. Upon her chest, straddling the sword, there was an open magazine. The first she saw upon opening her eyes, was a pair of tits.
And I bet you can’t wait to find out what happens next.”