Supernatural detective Jack Nightingale fights his battles in the shadows, in the grey areas where demons and monsters seek their prey. In this collection of nine short stories, Nightingale matches wits against demons from Hell, monsters created by humans, and Satanists who have done their own private deals with the devil. The stories are – Still Bleeding, Cursed, Blood Bath, I Know Who Did It, My Name Is Lydia, The Creeper, Children Of The Dark, Tracks, and The Undead. Stephen Leather is one of the UK’s most successful thriller writers, an Amazon and Sunday Times bestseller and author of the critically acclaimed Dan “Spider” Shepherd series and the Jack Nightingale supernatural detective novels. Jack Nightingale appears in the full-length novels Nightfall, Midnight, Nightmare, Nightshade, Lastnight, San Francisco Night and New York Night and has his own website at www.jacknightingale.com
Genre: FICTION / HorrorPraise for Stephen Leather's Jack Nightingale series:
'Another great thriller from Stephen Leather but this time with a devilish twist!' James Herbert
'Written with panache, and a fine ear for dialogue, Leather manages the collision between the real and the occult with exceptional skill' Daily Mail
‘A stunning masterclass in darkness from a ferocious talent who excels in putting the devil in the details’ Daily Record
She woke up exactly at two a.m. It was always easy to take control while the bitch slept, though in time she would be able to overcome all resistance no matter what the time. Enough moonlight filtered through the thin curtains to allow her to inspect the naked body. The budding breasts were developing nicely, and she cupped each one in turn, feeling the nipples harden. She ran her fingers between the legs, lingering long enough to feel the moisture start to flow. This body would be so much more fun, now that the transition to womanhood had begun. Still, time enough for that later, once she’d started on the process of subjugation. And spread a little more unhappiness. She took a slow, deep breath, enjoying the feel of the warm night air entering and leaving her lungs. It was good to be alive.
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