I was so deep into my 'angry reviewer' persona that I didn't notice the office walls were starting to ripple like a bad green screen.
"The character development is all wrong!" I shouted at my monitor. "This Seraphine character is way too sassy. She sounds like... like..."
I paused. I looked at the description of Seraphine's internal monologue in the book.
"Listen here, you budget-brand ghost," Seraphine snapped.
"Wait," I whispered. "That sounds like me. That's my brand of sarcasm. Why is this fictional character stealing my best lines? Is this a data breach? Am I being plagiarized by a magical algorithm?"
I looked at my cold coffee. Then I looked at the screen. The name 'Viking' was highlighted in the text. I felt a weird, phantom chill on my forehead, the same cold touch I'd felt in the carriage.
"Wait... Viking. The tree-flirter," I blinked. "Alex... the cow-kisser."
