He was a stringy mongrel wandering the streets of the city driven by a ravenous hunger & hunting a quarry he could not define. But he was something more. Somewhere in the depths of his consciousness was a memory clawing its way to the surface tormenting him refusing to let him rest. The memory of what he had once been. A man...' The author has an undeniable knack for thrilling as few other writers have.. .he sure can tell a devil of a story'
- Literary Review"."