The monsters that live in the pages of this book have more to do with the kinds that lives in the heart of men than in things that creept in the night. This tale of the darkside exposes the human soul to its base elements of good and evil. Here is an excerpt.
She was crying on the couch. All right. Let her. But she was crying because she wanted something.... His hands grabbed her head and straightened her face until their eyes were looking into each other.
"Listen," he said. He was shaking her. "I'm going away."
Eyes watched each other. She looked until the face she had once kissed became entirely strange. There was no Lief, no lover. But a face staring murderously into hers. But there was something else. Tears behind the stare. Why was he weeping? The question like a tiny visitor sat down in her mind.
He let her go and walked from the room, grabbing his hat and coat into his hands as he went.
