Extract from Faith in the Flesh
(From the novella “Bad Flesh”)
There is a good chance that I will never return from this trip. The lumps on my chest have opened up and are weeping foul-smelling fluid; the first sign of the end. I wear two T-shirts beneath my shirt to soak up the mess.
And if my disease does not kill me, Malakki is always there in the background to complete the job. Read the rest of this entry »
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Published: Razorblade Press, 1998


