Listen.
Do you hear that?
Numbers, floating in the air around us.
Trying to tell me something.
Listen.
It can’t be a coincidence because in my next book, The Cat Wore Black, radios come to Hawkinge-By-Hythe. People love them. Radio gives them all sorts of things.
Music, news, entertainment.
And when the station stops broadcasting at night, the radios transmit strange random numbers.
Which gives them the willies.
Then I read in Wired that plastic surgeons use the formula of the Fibonacci sequence to decide how to lift your butt. Each number in that sequence is the product of the two preceding numbers or when you divide a number by the preceding number, you get 1.6.
Known as the golden ratio, that mathematical proportion makes your bum look better, according to Mario González-Ulloa, the “grandfather of buttock augmentation.”*
It must mean something, right?
Apart from meaning I now think of it as the Fibon-ass-i sequence.
And then there are the gremlins.
The original Gremlins came out in 1984.
Gremlins 2 appeared 6 years later in 1990.
And I just learned Gremlins 3 will be released in 2027.
37 years later.
What do all these numbers mean?
Don’t ask me, I’m rubbish at maths.
Listen, I struggled to solve the problem of one undead girl, two graverobbers, twelve corpses and half a dozen men called Jack O’Brien (partially dead).
How did I do?
You tell me; I show all my work in A Grave & Dreadful Business, available here!
(Only two more weeks before the ebook is available everywhere!)
Chat soon,
Morgan
*Is that… is that a compliment?
