In the kitchen of the Last Chance Hotel the loudest sound you were usually likely to hear was the gentle bubble of a lone egg coming to boil.
But today, the air was alive with yells from Henri Mould, the balding head chef, bent double with old age, barking out orders as he hobbled around the kitchen.
I let random.org select a % and it decided on 18%.
“Who are the Darkfells?” Stephen’s mother asked.
“They’re an old, noble magical family.” Madame Veronika shrugged. “Respectable. Their patriarch Eddard Darkfell, managed to obtain the clockwork sundial, which in turn allowed him to amass a vast collection of magic items by traveling through time. He only stopped when a paradox threatened the family.”