Night falls, and the heart of England is as quiet as the grave. Outside Warren's Meat Factory in Derby, nightwatchman Glenn Westwood - a Mr Average in every sense - is joined by an oddly fascinating new assistant. He's James Night: 'Call me Black . I'm a night person, ' he says darkly. Soon the two security men are in the den swapping stories, and Glenn's offerings are clearly not for the squemish. But when Black ripostes with 'Shazan', a tale of wanderlust, wealth and odd eating habits, Glenn feels a tad uneasy . And back home, when his normally chilly wife, Lisa, greets him with sexual favours never before dreamed of, he knows there's something seriously amiss. Could the sinister Mr Night have a hand in it? Stomach-churning, sexually extreme and terrifyingly normal by turns, these stories-within-a-story will grab readers by the scruff of the neck and force them to think the unthinkable: that there's a state of life that we can't properly call. death! Read on - and keep a glass of strong stuff handy!
Night falls, and the heart of England is as quiet as the grave. Outside Warren's Meat Factory in Derby, nightwatchman Glenn Westwood - a Mr Average in every sense - is joined by an oddly fascinating new assistant. He's James Night: 'Call me Black . I'm a night person, ' he says darkly. Soon the two security men are in the den swapping stories, and Glenn's offerings are clearly not for the squemish. But when Black ripostes with 'Shazan', a tale of wanderlust, wealth and odd eating habits, Glenn feels a tad uneasy . And back home, when his normally chilly wife, Lisa, greets him with sexual favours never before dreamed of, he knows there's something seriously amiss. Could the sinister Mr Night have a hand in it? Stomach-churning, sexually extreme and terrifyingly normal by turns, these stories-within-a-story will grab readers by the scruff of the neck and force them to think the unthinkable: that there's a state of life that we can't properly call. death! Read on - and keep a glass of strong stuff handy!