'He was a stringy mongrel, wandering the streets of the city, driven by a ravenous hunger and hunting a quarry he could not define. But there was something more. Somewhere in the depths of his consciousness was a memory clawing it's way to the surface, tormenting him, refusing to let him rest. The memory of what he had once been. A man.'

I haven't read this one, as I say, I never quite got into Herbert the way I hoped to. Now there's a sentence that could be easily misconstrued, but I hope you catch my drift... ;O) Hope this one goes on to a more appreciative home.

This one's going along with it's long-term book-shelf companion 'Crossmaheart' to BC'er rockratgirl who's right here in Yorkshire! Enjoy!

Just received thru the mail from lovely British BCer, Lucycat. Looking forward to reading and perhaps releasing in Spain in the New Year?!

RRG