Jason Hill

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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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But I believe... Then the rest of the guests came in for the kill.
A whole lot of them swarming around Copeland like a shoal of piranhas.
I found myself pinned down by the verbal crossfire of a tall hatchet-faced man in a smart tweed hacking jacket.
It would have made Sean Connery jealous, and Tertius Brooke himself, though he's in fine form after an evening of getting shitfaced.
I rose as steadily as my punch-drunk body permitted, and split the well-heeled crowd like a banana peel.
I melted into the background and spent the next two hours courting sweet, ephemeral oblivion by way of a bottle of suntory single malt I'd found in the scullery.
I got my coat and went out through the back and sat down at the top of the narrow, dark stairs to the servants' entrance.
I took a long pull from the bottle and looked up at the night sky.
that the stars strewn at the shining continuum from one end of the heavens to the other, sparkling like flashes of light on the facets of a million celestial diamonds.
The garden was gloomy,
All I could make out were a pair of wrought iron Victorian-style lanterns glowing on either side of an oak pergola covered with wisteria.
The neighboring houses brooded like tombs.
I couldn't stop thinking about Dracula's doom.
nor could I shake the sound of that horrid string music, faint strains of it rising like mist from some black well of my brain.
Then it suddenly occurred to me on a dim level what Copeland had said after the picture had ended.
What the lizard in the back of my mind had been screaming all along.
The unsettling realization chilled me.
Chased prickles across my body.
I left my guts in the back of my throat.
What lingered in my stomach was the sensation you get when you reach the top of a flight of stairs.
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