Graham Masterton

was it screws or nails you wanted,

comes this human skull with its eyes full of dirt.

Truly, Katie, I apologize, said David. He took hold of her hand between both of his and gave her a look that would have melted chocolate, as Katies grandmother used to say.

Yes, said Mary Crounan. I wrapped it in a shopping bag and left it under one of the settles in the Blair Inn at Cloghroe, on the way to Blarney. They had told me to buy myself a drink and sit there for ten minutes, so I wouldnt look suspicious to the bar staff. When Id finished my drink I went directly back home and waited for a call, but it never came.

The moral right of Graham Masterton to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act of 1988.

Reverend Paul Wymarsh lowered his book

outside on the landing, a figure that glittered in green from head to foot, as if it were covered all over in tiny shattered fragments of green glass.