'Take the money... Go along; the others want it, right, and you're the only thing standing in their way. Don't they already hate you enough? Boring old David? Stick-in-the-mud David? Poker-up-the-arse David? Isn't that what they think? Is that what you want' This is a tale of the birth of a man, told through David's eyes.

"Damned. It wasn't a word that he would ever think to attribute to himself, but...well, here he was. Damned...damned and alone. Alone in the dark, save for the voices and visions that refused to leave him alone, with Hugo's blood indelible on hands that refused to stop shaking and his own blood salty on lips that refused to form the words his mind begged him to scream..."