Just an avid reader. Mostly SF/Fantasy, some hobbies, paranormal, urban fantasy and lighter, fluffier things.
A look of panic crossed Kate’s face. “Hurry, there’s a mime heading our way.”
“I can’t move.” I pointed to the wall of people blocking the path to the foyer.
An opening began to appear. Too late. The mime materialized in front of us, and began furtive attempts to free himself from an imaginary box.