"There s bad stuff out there. Folks reckon things like vampires don't exist, but they does Jock from the burger van told me. Plus I found an actual one of em, sleeping at the time in the back of a hearse I nicked that first morning. That's how me and Jock got to setting out freeing the world of em, using his bag o wooden stakes and special bottles of whisky. Course, I knowed that vampires didn t exist, not when I stopped and done some thinking. And I knowed Jock had mental wossnames, what with his son falling off that roof and him reckoning them immigrants pushed him. It s just that I didn't get much time for thinking, not with the coppers on our arse. Jock were off...and me with him."
There s not much in this world Royston Blake can count on, but he always thought he could count on Mangel. Sure, it s a violent, run-down hellhole of a town, but it s home. And a homicidal antihero like Blake understands its rules, twisted though they may be. Like how strangers may come for a visit but never for life. And how a man is supposed to stay dead when you kill him. But now those rules are under siege from a macabre scourge of outsiders vampires, werewolves, zombies, even a golem called Igor who have moved into town, threatening the seedy underworld that passes for everyday life in Mangel.
What these outsiders fail to consider, however, is that there s no way Blake is letting his hometown go down without one helluva fight.
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