He was still strapped in the chair, but he had fallen through the floor, through the walls of the building, through the earth, through the oceans, through the atmosphere, into outer space, into the gulfs between the stars -- always away, away, away from the rats.


  • Killer In Knee-High Boots.
  • Last Dance at the Wreckers Ball (18 Dalbeattie Street 3)!
  • Delphine;
  • !
  • LOVE POEMS FOR YOUR VALENTINE.

Meat and poultry killed to orderthat she fortunately only saw, and heard and smelled, from a goodly distance. Quit trashing the planet, fuckwad.

His dark brown hair was cropped short, and combed forward on his temples.