Quotes by : Neil Davies

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

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

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

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