‘OOO… YOU SHOULD HEAR WHAT THEY’VE BEEN SAYING ABOUT YOU, LOVE…’ SHE WHISPERED, PINCHING HER FACE TIGHT in poorly masked glee.
‘GO ON…’ Tallon sighed, as he twitched and ripped off a nail with his eroded teeth. even the spray of january road water on tyres seemed to be whispering about him.
“Ben writes like he draws: vivid, instinctive, and intense. He lands the reader straight in the story and marches you through a cityscape that is simultaneously humdrum and horrific. All told in big, confident splodges of prose that stick in the mind.”
NICK ASBURY, AUTHOR OF REALTIME NOTES