One last breath. We all have to take one eventually. It was over.

Let's make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here.

That mush plays havoc downstairs, you know?

As soon as reality breaks, as soon as we're separated from the phsical world, the cracks begin to appear in our minds. And through them seeps the madness that has always been there, flowing into your skull like a liquid nightmare.

There always has to be someone to take the punches. That's how it works. It isn't fair, it isn't right, but that kid licking slop off the floor over there means that we get to eat in peace.

It's one of the things I love most about being an author - seeing the different covers from each country.

But nobody can run from their own demons.