Steve Shell
speaker
3,475 appearances
11 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 3d ago
Steve Shell’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Arbiter.
Good to see you, old friend.
Our Solomon is becoming quite the master of doors and keeper of ways, is he not?
Solomon Lop's expression was impassive as he gazed back at the abomination of dead flesh and steel, though inside he seethed.
Lack of control.
He had worked for the better part of ten years to focus his gifts, to become the man his family needed him to be, and this thing had the nerve to pass judgment over him?
As if he were some prototype engine that wouldn't make it off the test track?
There was more to being the great man than merely doors and ways.
The Locke family prided itself on its core gift of reaching into the minds of men to twist them to whatever ends they needed, be it the subtle tweak required to achieve a favorable result in a negotiation, or forcefully directing the eyes of law enforcement away from certain elements of its business ventures.
There were other sundry gifts scattered throughout the locked bloodline.
But what his Uncle Boney called mind work.
Was the family's calling card?
Solomon reached out to touch each mind in the room.
He quickly passed over the security detail as they were not proper people.
He was not privy to the details of how the drones that served in the security division were created, but he had made the mistake of trying to read one of their minds when he was young, and it had nearly broken him.
The men in black suits did not have minds to read per se.
It seemed rather they all shared one mind.
Attempting to read the security drone had been like opening an outhouse door and finding himself in an endless hall of mirrors, wails of torment rebounded from thousands of souls that fit together like teeth on the gears of a great machine, clicking and turning in a never ending twilight that smells like burning diesel.
The arbiter was also off limits.
The Tudor appeared to Solomon's gift as a blank space in the psychic landscape, just the empty shape of a man with nothing inside.
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