Monday, 14 April 2014

End of Chapter One....

Yello! Arg, finally this day has ended. My desk was pretty stacked up (still is actually) but I guess I can afford a breather now. Hope your day was way better than mine. Hats off to Liverpool (raging inside) for the big win over the weekend. Hope you don't win the title though (lol).
Well folks, hope all the narrative we've started with hasn't bored your brains out. I just first wanted to give the reader (you) a clear understanding of the background of my book before we delve into the plot. A sort of preamble if you like. And now that we have it, enter the Book of Nod proper. Enjoy!


Being the oldest and thus most powerful among them though, he still retained the final authority on everything the Camarilla did. Seven hundred and twelve years as a vampire had horned him into a frightful opponent for anyone who was foolish enough to take him on though it had not stopped many from trying. He’d once been forced to slay the current Council of Primogens’ predecessors as they’d dared to try and dethrone him and all had fallen bar one – Riordan, the vampire he’d embraced himself and the only one to have remained loyal to him.

Clearing his throat to summon attention, he finally spoke up, his deep baritone voice indicative of his authority.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, before we begin, I’d just to thank you all for taking time from your busy schedules and leaving the safety of your cities to grace us with your presence this morning. I know the occurrences of the past few weeks have been very disturbing and I appreciate your growing concern.”

“Apparently not enough to include all of us,” Ivan Popovsky spoke up accusingly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you saw it fit to first talk to your, shall we say, little babies before the rest us,” Ivan Popovsky continued, smiling without mirth.

Riordan snorted but Brie did not take it as lightly. “Are you sure you want to call me a baby Ivan?” She asked sarcastically, “Because I can definitely show you otherwise.”

“Oh my,” Ivan Popovsky said, “it has a mouth.”

“Enough,” barked Darius. “Ivan, I called this meeting two days ago and Riordan and Brie are the closet to me and got here well before any of you did so naturally we took advantage and just discussed a few things.”

“Would you care to share what you discussed?”

“We discussed what we’re going to discuss now – the Sabbat.”

Lady Eleanor looked up sharply at his words. “The Sabbat?” She croaked. Taking a cigarette and placing it gingerly between her immaculate fingers, she lit up and briefly inhaled the smoke. “What about the Sabbat?”

“They’re back Lady Eleanor, and this time, they claim to have found a clue to the resting place of the Antediluvians.”

“But that’s absurd!” Ivan Popovsky cried. “Nobody knows that location!”

“I agree with Ivan,” Mistress Cara said. “It’s impossible.”

“Nothing is impossible,” Seth said, so softly that they all but missed it.

“We have been searching for that location as long as they have. We have advantage in numbers and resources, they couldn’t possibly have found it before us.”

 “I didn’t say they found it Ivan, I said they claim to have a clue as to its location. They may be just as much in the dark as we are.”

“Yet we should not even be in the dark,” Ivan Popovsky countered. “We should have found the location by now.”

“But you just said nobody knows the location,” Brie pointed out.

“Perhaps,” Ivan Popovsky said, looking right at Darius. “But as I said, with our numerous resources, we should at least be claiming to have a clue as the Sabbat does.”

“You’re right,” Darius agreed, much to the disgust of Brie who rolled her eyes. “And we shall double our efforts.”

“Double our efforts eh? How many times have we heard that now Darius? Do you even have any other strategies other than that? Or perhaps you’re running out of ideas? Because I sure as hell know we could use some fresh ones.”

“The war is between us and the Sabbat, not among ourselves,” Riordan spoke up.

“War?” Ivan Popovsky echoed incredulously. “There is no war. I’m just asking our Prince here the way forward.”

“Well maybe if you shut up for more than two seconds he might answer you,” Edgar White snapped, fixing Ivan with a dark glare before going back to his quiet rocking. Ivan Popovsky scowled at the lunatic vampire.

 “Thank you Edgar,” Darius said. “Now I know I’ve said this plenty of times but there’s nothing else we can do but continue looking. Let the Sabbat think we’re panicking, it will throw them off their tracks.”

“Not a very good plan,” sneered Ivan Popovsky.

“You have a better one?” Brie asked

“Yes,” he answered. “We make a pact with the Sabbat to find the location together – ”

“And then what you moron? Do you honestly think you can trust the Sabbat?”

“Clearly your mother did not teach you to respect your elders Brie.”

“Even so, she’s correct,” Lady Eleanor said, almost trembling. “The Sabbat cannot be trusted, I should know.”

“We’re well aware of your sad history with the Sabbat Lady Eleanor and I assure you that the Camarilla will never be associated with such.” Darius said.

“The Sabbat are ruthless in their endeavours and pursue everything to the end,” Seth said, barely audible again. Everyone turned their attention to him, Seth speaking was always an occasion to savour. “They’re the perfect machines when searching for something but they also exist for nothing else than to spread dissension and rebellion among vampiric society. It would be foolhardy to join up with them.”

There was a big grin on Brie’s face as she looked in turn upon Ivan Popovsky's face which looked ready to burst knowing he was losing the battle once again. “Well said Seth,” she smiled.

  “I can’t believe this,” Ivan Popovsky said, shaking his head. “You mean to tell me that you actually think we can find the location before they do?”

“Why not? We have as much a shot as they do.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous Riordan.”

“Ivan,” Riordan started, sitting up in his chair. “Why the sudden push towards a pact with the Sabbat? Don’t you want us, the Camarilla to find the location?”

“Of course I do,” he snapped. “I just do not like waiting and if it were up to me –”

“Well then thank Kane it is not up to you,” Brie cut in.

“We shall soon see about that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Darius asked sharply.

“Nothing,” Ivan Popovsky replied nervously, suddenly realizing he’d gone too far. “My mouth was just fast for my brain, that’s all.”

“Not the first time apparently,” Brie mumbled under her breath but still got a death glare from the Russian.

Lady Eleanor had regained her composure and was now impatiently tapping an expensive nail on the table. “Look, I say we do what Darius suggests and just double or even triple our efforts. One way or another that location must be found.”

Ivan Popovsky snickered. “And yet you don’t even have the Book of Nod.”

“For Kane's sake just shut up Ivan!” Edgar White bellowed, almost falling from his seat. He started trembling and quickly returned to his rocking though it had increased in pace now.

Mistress Cara rubbed his arm up and down, trying to sooth him when he looked at her as if noticing her for the first time. She quickly withdrew her arm and shrugged. “Just trying to help,” she mumbled.

“No we do not Ivan,” Darius said, “but neither does the Sabbat. This clue that they claim they have is not the Book of Nod, just another clue that will probably lead to another clue.”

“At least they’re getting somewhere,” Ivan Popovsky continued, still bent on his destructive path.

“Ok enough,” Lady Eleanor suddenly cut in, seemingly frustrated at the Russians constant penchant for arguing. “Why don’t we just take a vote and get this over with? Some of us have got plenty of places to be.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Seth said.

“Alright then. All in favour of the proposal by Darius?” Riordan asked. Everyone lifted their hands except Ivan Popovsky. “I guess that settles it then.”

Everybody got up at once, most paying their respects to their Prince before walking out but there were no such delays for Ivan Popovsky as he stormed out of the boardroom. Woe to the human who would be sharing his bed tonight.
 ***
Vampire "fact" #7: Prehistoric monuments called 'dolmens' have been found over the graves of the dead in northwest Europe. Anthropologists speculate they have been placed over graves to keep vampires from rising.
 
 

 I walk alone as you are not with me,
By night, I no longer stalk my prey,
As I'm empty without your love.

By day, I wish I could burn in the sunlight
As you have left me, my heart is dead,
Without you to love.

My arms are no longer strong,
As you are not in them,
My eyes can no longer see.

 As I'm blind without you,
I am no longer complete,
As my life,my love,
my heart,my soul,
my mate is gone.

 
 Sorry folks. As I'm planning to upload the book soon, I won't be blogging about it anymore for a few days and even when I get back, I'll only be putting up a few lines at a time so if you don't have patience as a virtue, then I suggest you get your own copy at the Amazon Kindle store. Unfortunately, as per rules of my Kindle engagement, the book will only be online at Smashwords after 90 days (I know, it sucks). I'll provide you with the link as soon as possible. Remember though I'm currently running another blog about my other books so be sure to visit http://robertphiri.blogspot.com to catch much more from me. So till we meet again, it's me saying adios!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Sunday, 13 April 2014

Clans....End

Yello! How's everybody doing this lovely Monday morning? Hope you had yourselves a memorable weekend and wish you an even better week! So I guess people out there must have already begun at least having some ideas for Easter huh? Well fortunately for you, I don't think any vamps will be lurking about during that time (& unfortunately for you I have no idea what I'm talking about).
So just want to inform those who'd like a copy of this book for their own to just have a little more patience with me. I'm just putting the finishing touches to the book and it will be up and running on Amazon soon so just bear with me a little. In the meantime, you can at least get an idea of what it's all about with our little journeys here. Remember once it's out, I cannot continue blogging about it anymore but I'll try to get you as far along as I can go before that happens.
Also, check out my other blog http://robertphiri.blogspot.com for a significantly larger portion of my writing talking about my first book series - Creatures of the Night. Well before I bore you with some more of my rumbling here's what we have for today's journey.


No clan is shrouded in deliberate mystery as the Clan of Usurpers (Tremere).  As inventors and practitioners of terrible blood magic, the secretive Tremere have a tightly political structure based on the acquisition of power, as well as a fanatical clan loyalty. Because of their veil of secrecy, disturbing stories have surfaced as to the nature of their vampirism but the Tremere are silent on the matter and look askance upon those who would presume to know it’s secrets. The exotic Brie Turner was Tremere primogen, as deadly as she was beautiful. Brie had an exquisitely beautiful face with flawless skin and dark forest green eyes. Rumour had it she’d seduced her predecessor before slaying and promptly usurping him. Many called her a witch as she had vast knowledge of the dark arts and knew exactly when to use them to her advantage. At just twenty three human years and three hundred vampiric, she was the youngest primogen in history.

It was these ‘people’ that made up the Council of Primogen that now awaited their leader and Prince to speak up. As perhaps the most iconic member of the Camarilla, the Price was typically the eldest and one who had mastered the ways of controlling the mortal agencies of his city such as the police department, the local and regional press and local politicians. The claim to be Prince typically rotated among the seven clans with the eldest of each clan having the right to rise above his peers and rule the Camarilla but only if he was seen fit to do so by the rest of the other clans.

Darius looked at the seven vampires seated before him, some were his friends, and others were not while still some were loyal and others were not. These were perilous times to be Prince as decisions were getting harder and harder to make every day. Betrayal could just as easily arise from within as it could from the outside. With the rumours circulating of the Sabbat getting ever closer in their search of the Antediluvians, his Council were getting even more agitated each day. He had tried reassurances but even he knew the end times were upon them.

Being the oldest and thus most powerful among them though, he still retained the final authority on everything the Camarilla did. Seven hundred and twelve years as a vampire had horned him into a frightful opponent for anyone who was foolish enough to take him on though it had not stopped many from trying. He’d once been forced to slay the current Council of Primogens’ predecessors as they’d dared to try and dethrone him and all had fallen bar one – Riordan, the vampire he’d embraced himself and the only one to have remained loyal to him.
 
 
Vampire "fact" #6: One of the most famous (infamous) "true vampires" was Countess Elizabeth Bathory (1560-1614) who was accused of biting the flesh of young virgins while torturing them and bathing in their blood to retain her youthful beauty. She was by all accounts a very attractive woman.
 
How would our day be without delving into some poetry? Not good at all.....
 
The sun sets.
The creatures of the night coming out to play....
To play with humans....naïve humans....
No one knows what will happen.
You don't know either,
Although it's your life that's going to end....tonight.
 
The darkness is falling, and you're still happy,
You still don't know what will happen.
Still don't know anything, soon you'll learn....
You'll learn to love eternal life,
You'll learn to love the night,
You'll learn to hate the day,
Same as I did.
And you'll learn to love me
And maybe, someday, I'll tell you....
Tell you why you had to die....tonight.
 
The moon is rising,
And I found you.
I took all my hate....and made you one of us....
Now you're lying on the ground.
The pain is for the moment,
But it will let you go,
And only the sadness will stay,
The sadness of having lost your life.
And maybe, one day, of having lost your love,
But for the now, it's the sadness....
of having lost your life....tonight. - by Starfields
 
 
 
 
All in a day's work. Catch us again next time!
 
 
 
 

Clans....Continued

Hey y'all! Hope you all enjoying your weekend. I know I am and if Liverpool lose today, it will be the perfect ending! Of I'm a Utd fan but if I were to choose who should win the title this year, I'd pick City over Liverpool. At least City wouldn't yap so much about winning it 'coz let's face it, they do not have such a history so we can afford them a few smiles. Liverpool winning on the other hand would just make me............(word censored).
Anyway enough about football for now. Let's me go check on that flat tire situation. (Conversation on going). Hooray folks! Tire is up and running. Time to get back on the bus. Forward march! I hope you're following each time we stop by the way, it would be easier for you to link up the story. If not, add a comment so we can drive the bus more smoothly. After all, the client is always right!


Called the Moon Clan (Malkavian) because of every member being afflicted with madness and being slaves to their debilitating lunacy, the Malkavian had suffered throughout history and continued to do so. It was rumoured that their founder committed some heinous crime and was cursed, as were his descendants, with insanity. Alternately feared for their bizarre behaviour and sought out for their even more bizarre insight, the Malkavian have historically been fragmented and disorganized and the vampire community questions – and fears – the possible future of the lunatic clan. True to clan lore, their primogen – Edgar White – had a face as ashen white as they came, with eyes just as devoid of colour. His hair was twisted in all directions and he could never sit still, even now rocking back and forth ever so slightly. An English aristocrat, he seemed determined to cling on to the by-gone days, his suit crying out for a modern touch to it. He’d enjoyed twenty five human years and was now four hundred and two vampiric.

The members of the Clan of the Hidden (Nosferatu) suffer the most visible curse of all as the embrace hideously deforms them, twisting them into literal monsters. Reasons for the curse are rumoured to be because of their founder’s degeneracy and his childer’s wicked behaviour. Level-headed and calm, Nosferatu have reputations as information brokers and harvesters of secrets as their horrid appearances have forced them to perfect their mystical powers to hide, even in plain sight. Looking at their primogen now, there was no doubting that to be true. Seth had an immaculate face as if carved from marble with one side partially hidden by the flow of his dark hair. He was as quite as they came, rarely speaking or moving unless absolutely necessary. He was also twenty five human years but three hundred and fifty vampiric.

The Clan of the Rose (Toreador), claim to be the preservers of the patronage of the arts which, to some extent, is true as they claim many talented artists, musicians, writers, poets and other gifted creators. But they also possess just as many ‘poseurs’, those who fancy themselves great aesthetes but lack the ability to create it at all.  Lady Eleanor was Toreador primogen. She was a gorgeous redhead and always wore the latest fashions she could get her hands on. She had full glossy lips and a full body and had been an angel to many men while being a devil to the same. An English aristocrat like Edgar, many believed she harboured secret feelings towards the lunatic vampire and had even attempted to ‘offer’ herself to him but so far her advances had been crazily rejected. Lady Eleanor was twenty eight human years and four hundred vampiric.
 
Vampire fact #5: Documented medical disorders that people accused of being vampires may have suffered from include haematodipsia, which is a sexual thirst for blood, and haemeralopia or day blindness. Anaemia (bloodlessness) was often mistaken for a symptom of a vampire attack.
 
There we go people. Another day, another mile driven. To top it all off, a little poetry from our vampire library.
 
Waiting for the sunset, waiting for the night,
Waiting for the darkness, waiting for life.
So long to wait, so much to wait for,
Finally the day ends, the world is mine.
Nothing can stop me, I'm the night,
There was a time I was happy during the day,
And afraid in the night.
But that was before I was born,
And started to forget about the day,
Right after I was born.
There's the madness,
Waiting for every vampire who doesn't...... -- Anonymous
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, 11 April 2014

Clans....

Morning y'all! Everyone out okay there? Had a late & restless night yesterday. I'm actually blogging with my eyes half closed right now. I was watching a movie & fell asleep in an awkward position. Now I can't even move the bloody thing without wincing. Anyway, enough about my problems. Our bus driver just got back from relieving himself so let's do this!


There was the Kingship Clan (Ventrue) who, as nominal leaders, claim to have created and supported the organization of vampires as a whole since the idea’s inception. The clan suspects its founder was slain by a member of the Brujah clan which is a great blow to its pride. Ventrue actively involve themselves in every aspect of vampiric society, in which they exercise their considerable influence over the doings of humans as well. Though well organized, rumours of dark mysteries and slumbering ancients sometimes slip out from under the Ventrue’s austere facade. Riordan stood as Ventrue primogen, tall with a startlingly handsome face and long dark curly hair. He had piercing stone grey eyes that gave him a look of authority. He’d lived thirty human years before he was embraced and had now clocked six hundred years as a vampire.

The Learned Clan (Brujah) were once philosopher kings of Mesopotamia, Persia and Babylon and collected lore and knowledge from around the world. In their pursuit of freedom, they killed their founder and were cast out. As a result, they were now viewed as nothing more than spoiled childer who had no sense of pride or history. As Brujah primogen, Mistress Cara was true to her clan’s perceived depth of worldwide knowledge, even now a conceited look occupying her freckled face. Her golden brown hair was tied up in a bun and at forty years old, she was the oldest, at least in human terms but her embrace had only occurred four hundred and thirty eight years ago.
 
       The Clan of the Beast (Gangrel) were feral vampires and possessed disturbing animalistic tendencies. There were whispers of its founder having been a barbarian and for this reason, Gangrel often embraced outsiders. Aloof and savage, Gangrel were often tragic individuals and believed that independence would be better than their nominal involvement with the Prince, thus their continued membership in loyalty to the Camarilla is uncertain. Their primogen was Ivan Popovsky, a once Russian czar. He was an outspoken fellow, with a thick red beard matching his thick mop of hair and seemed to like the flashy look, even now decked in gold neck chains and rings to go with his shimmering dark leather suit. He was thirty four human years and six hundred and forty vampiric

Sorry folks, driver tells me we just got a flat tire. I'm afraid we won't be moving 'till we have a look at it and judging by this backwater of a place we've stopped at I doubt we'll be moving anytime soon what with this buffoon telling me even his spare is busted.
Anyway we can at least mull on our vampire "fact" #4: In vampire folklore, a vampire initially emerges as a soft blurry shape with no bones. He was 'bags of blood' with red glowing eyes and instead of a nose, had a sharp snout that he sucked blood with. If he could survive for 40 days, he would then develop bones and a body and become much more dangerous and difficult to kill.

Poetry time!
Night falls, darkness calls,
A vampire walks the streets,
Blood is what she needs,
Peace is, what she's longing for.
When she passes by your door,
You won't realize who she is,
You'll never learn she's this,
A creature of the night.
A victim of a fight that lasts for years,
That's cruel and caused tears,
She's of our kind, she's one of us,
If she dies, it's our loss.
We're living like we are,
We might be near or far,
When we meet, don't be afraid,
What made us this, it was just fate.
Believe me, we're serious,
We're neither bad nor dangerous --- Anonymous

Ok then, don't forget to check out my new blog on Creatures of the Night! Have a wickedly awesome day!























Thursday, 10 April 2014

The Six Traditions....

Hello everyone. (note the lack of exclamation. Man Utd lost to Bayern last night so I'm not really in a very good place right now but fortunately I won't let that deter me.) So we left off about to learn the Six Traditions of Camarilla vampires from our book so back on the bus. C'mon, time waits for no one. Let's hit the road!


The First Tradition:
The Masquerade
Thou shall not reveal thy nature to those not of the Blood. Doing so shall renounce thy claims of Blood.
The Second Tradition:
The Domain
Thy domain is thine own concern. All others owe thee respect while in it. None may challenge thy word while in thy domain.
The Third Tradition:
The Progeny
Thou shall sire another only with the permission of thine elder. If thou creates another without thine elder's leave, both thee and thy progeny shall be slain
The Fourth Tradition:
The Accounting
Those thou create are thine own childer. Until thy progeny shall be realeased, thou shall command them in all things. Their sins are thine to endure.
The Fifth Tradtion:
Hospitality
Honour one another's domain. When thou comest to a foreign city, thou shall present thyself to the one who ruleth there. Without the word of acceptance, thou art nothing.
The Sixth Tradition:
Destruction
Thou art forbidden to destroy another of thy kind. The right of destruction belongeth only to thine elder. Only the eldest among thee shall call the blood hunt.
 
The Camarilla was ultimately a global structure on top of a collection of feudal domains. It was headed by members of the Inner Circle, sometimes known as the Council of Primogen. It was this group of people who were responsible for defining policy and smoothing out any inter-clan grievances. It was this group of people that were now gathered around the table.
 
Tomorrow, we'll continue from here where the book will go into detail about the seven clans of the Camarilla. Without further ado, on to vampire "fact" #3: According to legend, if a person was bitten by a vampire they would need to drink the ashes of a vampire in order to prevent the change. Alternatively they could be kept under watch and if they even felt an inkling of the change, they could be immersed in tad poled river water for the duration of the period they did not "feel" like themselves (head above water, body immersed). I hope you're counting, we still got 37 more "facts" left to go!
So I really hope everybody (or somebody) is enjoying my blog so far and I just wanna take this time to say I'll soon be blogging about my other publications, namely: Creatures of the Night (Genesis) which is up for free on Smashwords.com for some time now. As such expect the blogging to be of significantly more length than the one I'm doing now so hopefully it will give you a better and more detailed taste of my handiwork.
To top our day voila!
"But first, on earth as vampire sent,
Thy corpse shall from it's tomb be rent,
Then ghastly haunt thy native race,
And suck the blood of all thy race." - Lord Byron
 
 
 
Here's a link to my Smashwords.com profile page where you can read my interview and also check out the books I've written. Cheerio!https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/razr
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Chapter One....

Yello! Everybody's day going well? Like Ranjeet in Mind Your Langauge, a thousand apologies for my no show this morning. That's what happens when you live in a dump of a town, with a dump of an internet connection and a loaded desk waiting for you at the office...anyway, that's all done & dusted. 
I just suddenly realised something --- I haven't really introduced myself have I? That probably stems from not having patience as a virtue (as well as a bit of amateur blogging in there too!). Well my bad and just like Akon, you can blame it on me. Just the basics then. My name is Robert Phiri though as you may find out, I use the pseudonym Zach Robertson Jr. for my books. I only recently completed and published my first book series --- Creatures of the Night (Genesis & Revelations) which you can find on Smashwords.com. I've enjoyed my first foray in the writing world so far which is probably why I'm blogging about all this stuff anyway. I'm an avid reader and count among my favourite authors; John Grisham, Dan Brown and Jackie Robinson among others.
My other true passion is football and in the coming weeks, I hope to start a blog about that topic too. But for now, the bus has just been refuelled so let's hope on and continue our journey!

The air in the conference room was filled with the tension of centuries as Riordan quietly took his place at the table, though he still got a few sullen looks for being late. It had been a long and hard road to ensure the faces that now sat at the table were, in some way, united. Long gone were the days when the Clans were separated and it was every man for himself. The creation of the Camarilla had changed all that and had guaranteed some measure of peace.

The Camarilla, as a loose organisation, represented and protected all Kindred by enforcing and promulgating The Masquerade; a web of lies and misinformation to make the public believe supernatural beings like vampires could not possibly exist so as to easily feed on them. Composed of seven clans, the Camarilla was the largest organization of vampires, and possibly of any supernatural creatures, in the World of Darkness. Its symbol was an ankh hanging from a necklace.

The organisation had sworn to uphold the legendary Six Traditions of Kane, the Father of all vampires. Like any other laws though, the Traditions were commonly ignored, bent or violated outright.

To be continued on the morrow.
Interesting vampire "fact" #2: The thing about Sesame Street's Count von Count is actually true. One way to deter a vampire is to scatter seeds (usually mustard) at the door or spread fishing net over the windows. Vampires are compelled to count the seeds or holes in the fishing net, delaying them until the sun comes up!
To top off our day, a little dark rhythm for you:
"Come to me little mortal,
I'll bring you to heaven's portal,
There'll be no more sorrow, there'll be no more pain,
Feelings of joy will fill your brain.
Come to me sweet thing,
Give me your heart, I'll make it sing,
Forget your fears, leave them behind,
Forget the troubles of your kind.
Come to me, yes that's right,
https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/razr
Now hold still, it's no good to fight,
I'll take your blood and leave you dying,
Didn't you realise I could lying?"
 
Have a good evening folks! (or good day)