The primitive in each of us climbs closer to the surface during the night, for the moon sings to it, and the cold void between the stars speaks its language. To that savage self, evil can look lovely in too little light.


False Memory (ed. Hachette UK, 2012) - ISBN: 9781472202765


The primitive in each of us climbs closer to the surface during the night, for the moon sings to it, and the cold void between the stars speaks its...

The primitive in each of us climbs closer to the surface during the night, for the moon sings to it, and the cold void between the stars speaks its...

The primitive in each of us climbs closer to the surface during the night, for the moon sings to it, and the cold void between the stars speaks its...

The primitive in each of us climbs closer to the surface during the night, for the moon sings to it, and the cold void between the stars speaks its...