Quotes by : Neil Davies

The Professor gripped his axe, having pulled it, with some difficulty, from the boy's head.

I guess I was lucky I didn't drown, or smother in the thick, black, icy mud that the river left behind....

I stood on the old ferry dock and watched the icy sludge slide by. Patches of white ice slipped through,....

Claws grabbed his head from behind, curving round his face, serrated talons gouging into his eyes