When the phone rang, Dave Potter seized it with a desperate relief he tried not to let Caroline see. From the way her face froze and she turned her back away from him and toward the sink full of dirty dishes, Potter knew he had failed. Whatever this phone call is about, we know there is already some underlying disagreement between the couple. We know something is going to happen between them. Un and Sub, the giants, are grinding him for bread.
Broken pieces float up through the wine of sleep.
Vast treadings crush abysmal grapes for the incubus sacrament. Philip Jose Farmer, Riders of the Purple Wage Horror fans love a horrific image, but just gore will bore. Originality lets you know this story won't be like any other. Once upon a time, in the small town of Smunsk, during the reign of Cinnabar the Second, a baby was born into the Guild of Seers, Speakers, Dreamers, Storytellers and Non-Fanatical Prophets. We keep reading to see what else of an unexpected nature will turn up.