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Part One
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels’ hierarchies? And even if one of them pressed me suddenly against his heart: I would be consumed in that overwhelming existence. For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we are still just able to endure, and we are so awed [...]

“Wormwood” she says “I crave the bitter taste of Wormwood Malachite”. Malachite Jones, me. A florid name for someone very drab, all mousy browns and parchment skinned. I can only imagine that when, as a squalling babe fresh to the world my parents (beautiful people both) hoping to bring some colour into my life named [...]

Nervous was hardly the term to describe what the short, fairly nondescript being disguised as a minor cherubim felt. Rampaging terror would be a much more accurate word. Thrusting his chubby hands deep into the pockets of his brightly coloured tracksuit, he sauntered in a painfully casual manner to the green neon-lit doorway of the [...]

Inching back his cuff, Reno looked at his Rolex. It wasn’t the real thing, only a moderately good copy. He never quite managed to get enough cash together for the genuine article, as his friend who managed his money insisted he handed over the bulk of his earnings. Reno was either too stupid or too [...]

“An intriguing case by anyone’s standards, Dr Carfax,” the painfully young junior doctor burbled excitedly, consulting his notes. “The patient..-”
“Thinks she’s bleedin’ Count Dracula, pardon the pun,” a burly nurse sniffed from the paper-strewn desk, meaty tattooed arms crossed across his white-uniformed chest.