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"I don’t have an answer, Kin. I’m not here, speaking to you now wherever you are, to propose a way. There are as many of those as there are people on the planet, and who’s to tell another theirs is better or worse, blessed or cursed? What I do have, tucked away in my own Armageddon Survival Toolkit, is a practice..."

Are you ready for The Howl? 

Released: March 2021

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"The paper fluctuated with the flow of her breath, breaking into a succession of ripples and allowing her to see that the black stains were not on the tissue, but on the wall. Adrenaline rushing through her body, she grabbed the spray-can and soaked the paper, making the fibres become transparent and allowing her to see what lay underneath:

A pair of eyes imbedded in the wall.

A pair of frescoed eyes, wincing in pain."

Previously published as "The Restorer" and winner of The Rubery Prize for Fiction.

Released: December 2020

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"Where his brothers waited for an indication from the world of their rank, Filemón was seized by a feline hunger to seize his own rank from the sleeping between perceptions, to drink from hidden sources, and to grasp autonomy flying to those who release all thoughts of their own safety into a net of Fate.
 
"From this height he viewed meanderings and migrations, and sensed each of these flowing from the world and to him as long as his courage urged him to the mouth of his fears, and to collections of longings outside himself."

Released: December 2020

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"Be careful, or you might die but become one of those dead people that's still alive. It happens all the time, a dead person in a living body. This occurs when the soul dies before the physical body. The subject goes a faint shade of grey and gets vacant, lost eyes. Some wander around for years, mumbling about cricket and buying furniture. Others become estate agents. The soul begins to die when the physical body stops laughing and attempts to make sense of things. In thinking he has a sense of things, the subject is lying to himself and he knows it. If the meaning of life could be written down then it would take the form of a joke so absurd that you would laugh till you wept."

Released: March 2021

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"A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us."

                                                                                           - Franz Kafka