Steve Shell
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3,136 appearances
10 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 6d ago
Steve Shell’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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He could already feel a headache coming on.
How like Brutus to be as great a pain in the ass in death as he was in life.
If someone had killed his brother in an act of vengeance meant to strike at Lock Rail or the family itself, then he would have other calls to make.
If, on the other hand, Brutus had orchestrated his own demise in an attempt to harm Haman and his supporters, then the lumbering ox could rot in the ground next to his worthless mother.
Haman already had enough on his plate without the added responsibilities of writing a eulogy, procuring a suitably opulent casket, and burying a man who he frankly considered an obstacle to his own ambition.
The girl was scheduled to arrive today.
And then there was the matter of dinner tonight with his mother, Patience, Bonaparte, and Solomon.
A lot was riding on this supper.
If she made the right impression tonight, then she would be presented to the rest of the family.
If not...
Well, they would deal with that problem if and when it arose.
At the sound of shuffling footsteps, Heyman peered out of his office down the hall to the sitting room of his luxurious quarters.
Solomon Locke paced the spacious confines of his father's sitting room, his stomach a veritable kaleidoscope of butterflies.
When he was a boy, he felt like he'd spent most of his waking hours on edge, nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, as Granny Ambergy used to say.
Whether it was helping out with the little ones at Granny's farm or during those brief days of freedom when he and his friends had set out on an improbable quest to find their people, being anxious came naturally to the young Locke scion.
He liked to think he'd learned to manage it as he grew older, and there were days that he felt secure in his purpose.
Other days, like today, he spent his time waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under his feet and the pointing and laughing to begin.
You stupid hick, you really believed you belonged somewhere?
You actually thought your family were rich and powerful people who would swoop in and make everything alright in your life?
How stupid are you, Jojo?
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