Everyone is tied down to something, Nicole thought as she regarded the demon from across the greasy, downtown cafe. It was a small demon as demons go, hardly noticeable really as its needle sharp teeth sank into the crimson tendril… Continue Reading
The man who answered my knock was a twitchy, weaselly-looking fellow. His eyes darted around nervously as he cracked open his front door and demanded, “You him?” “I’m him,” I agreed, holding up my briefcase. “I have the contract, right… Continue Reading
On the steps leading from Bank Tube Station’s north exit, Ralph Jones instantly recognised the woman barging past him. Her swarthy Middle Eastern features were infamous, as were those fathomless, deathly black eyes. “Oi! It’s Nadeen What’s-Her-Name,” shouted Ralph, pointing… Continue Reading