He carefully pasted the eyes into his scrapbook and smiled a gleeful, contented smile. He removed another set of eyeballs from the magazine the scissors skillfully navigating through the glossy edition. His icy breath was evidence of the cruel, wintry conditions as he fingered his scrapbook. The shoddy garden shed was his cocoon his escape from reality. To the late, Norman Bennett, who encouraged me greatly.įinally, a special mention for Susan. To Trussy and Alison for their help and encouragement. To my late wife, Carol and my sons, Anthony and Adrian. This book is dedicated to a number of people, who gave me the encouragement to continue writing. Many thanks to Graham Smith, my former publisher, who allowed me to republish this second edition. No parts of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronically or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system without permission from the author, except for the quotations in a review.
Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.Īll rights reserved. The characters and events in this book are fictitious.
Anthony Hulse Copyright Anthony Hulse 2015Ĭover art by Lukiyanova Natalia.
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