Joseph Mulgrew was not having a good day. He'd already had his ass hustled by a bunch of dead-eyed local rent-a-cops and now the fucking bar - which looked like the only thing in the armpit of this mall that was dark enough to stop his eyes hurting - was playing really crap music. She had been following Joe all over Canada with her squeaky voice ( Read more... )

Renfield had - by the time the brief awkward hand of adolesence had clawed its vivious, bone-deap on his shoulder - learnt not to talk about the things he saw. Sometimes, he learnt so well he forgot them completely, until Benton comes with the white wolf snapping at his feet. The wolf is an attention seeker, spining around like a loop (loup!) ( Read more... )