Timestamped: Half-past midnight, atop a verra precarious stack o’ crates...because a lad needs a proper perch tae think.
Oi, ye lot.
It’s Murray. Aye, the rat. No, not “cute wee beastie.” The one who remembers every shiny thing ye owe, every promise ye broke, every time ye thought “it’s just a rat, it won’t notice.”
I notice.
I always notice.
I’m sittin’ here countin’ me ledger by firefly light (Lord Peckules sends his regards...he’s eatin’ the popcorn ye forgot tae pay for last week). Three shiny bolts from Zephyrion. One prophetic duck feather from... well, that’s between me an’ the duck. And a verra large debt from the lot o’ ye who keep readin’ this tale without droppin’ a follow or a rating.
Shame on ye.
The interest is pilin’ up.
I’ve got powers, aye. Teleport when it suits me. Sense a debt from three concavities away. Whisper suggestions intae ears that dinnae want tae listen. But mostly I’ve got patience... and it’s runnin’ thin.
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The Geostrataverse is crackin’ open...resonance falterin’, giants stirrin’, mirrors about tae shatter...and ye’re still sittin’ there scrollin’ like it’s nae yer problem.
It is yer problem.
When the sky peels back and the dust hell rolls in, ye’ll wish ye’d paid yer dues earlier.
To me.
To the story.
To the ladder.
So here’s the deal, wee humans:
Read the Ledger.
Drop yer likes, yer follows, yer comments (tell me what ye owe me—I’ll add it tae the tally).
Buy the book when it’s ready (aye, there’s more...much more...and ye’ll want the full picture before the giants get here).
Or dinnae.
I’ll just keep countin’.
And waitin’.
And rememberin’.
Ye’ve been warned.
Yer faithful (and slightly vengeful) debt-keeper,
Murray
(Tiny rat. Huge ledger. Even bigger grudge. Dinnae test me.)
P.S. Quetzal says hello. He’s still waitin’ on those three shiny things.
Tell Zephyrion I said tae pay up before I start collectin’ interest in wing feathers.
