Jason Hill
speaker
612 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 5 Jul
Jason Hill’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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He ushered me into a large drawing room, dimly lit by a rustic stone fireplace, in which chestnut logs with the bark still on them smouldered lazily.
Autumn rain tapped the leaded bay windows.
The air was drugged with the mingled smells of cigar smoke and sandalwood.
I scooped several glasses from a circulating tray of dirty martinis and hors d'oeuvres and banished myself to one of a trio of red leather sofas by the fireplace, where a pair of cozy sodium lamps had been switched on for ambiance.
The bottle of bourbon I'd killed earlier in the evening was hitting me hard now, but at least it made the scoffing mob of socialites and dilettantes a touch more palatable.
As usual, none of those snooty assholes so much as acknowledged my presence.
Our spheres were as immiscible as oil and water.
They guzzled their drinks empty and rattled the ice cubes at the waiters, watching each other along their eyes, ready to be smarmy or odious as the situation required.
I stared at the opposite wall, where the most antique of three previously unknown Francesca de Goya paintings that I'd appropriated from the private collection of a reclusive connoisseur in Zagreb...
What had it been to Rana?
I was just about buzzed enough to begin doubting my own recollections.
The guy who owned the paintings was a real weirdo, though.
I remembered that much.
Creepy bastard had a subterranean gallery beneath his rambling hillside mansion.
A narrow, low-ceilinged room filled with the most grotesque artworks you could possibly imagine.
I tossed down the dregs of another martini and flayed down a morose waiter in a white tuxedo jacket who was carrying a fresh tray.
The painting drank the red and amber glow of the sodium lamps.
It was a dramatic landscape from a dark and ominous palette.
A mountain of black clouds loomed over the blasted wasteland of an ancient stone city.
A sea of flaming ruins, portal to Gehenna, pandemonium, the vestibule of hell itself.
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