“Thank you for watching over her, you piece of shit. Thanks for that, if nothing else.” She backed away, repulsed by the thing that had once been a man, or had at least called itself a man.” — Gary McMahon Copy Share Image
“Accompanied by the soundtrack of the latest number one record, playing from a tinny little radio on a shelf in a cheap riverside café,… — Gary McMahon Copy Share Image
“Thank you for watching over her, you piece of shit. Thanks for that, if nothing else.” She backed away, repulsed by the thing that… — Gary McMahon Copy Share Image
“Like a song from the depthless regions of space, he was a thing that should not be, an echo of a scream made by… — Gary McMahon Copy Share Image
