Pale Ones

Pulped fiction just got a whole lot scarierFew books ever become loved. Most linger on undead, their sallow pages labyrinths of old, brittle stories and screeds of forgotten knowledge… And other things, besides:Paper-pale forms that rustle softly through their leaves. Ink-dark shapes swarming in shadow beneath faded type. And an invitation…Harris delights in collecting the unloved. He wonders if you''d care to donate. A small something for the odd, pale children no-one has seen. An old book, perchance? Neat is sweet; battered is better. Broken spine or torn binding, stained or scarred - ugly doesn''t matter. Not a jot. And if you''ve left a little of yourself between the pages – a receipt or ticket, a mislaid letter, a scrawled note or number – that''s just perfect. He might call on you again.Hangover Square meets Naked Lunch through the lens of a classic M. R. James ghost story. To hell and back again (and again) through Whitby, Scarborough and the Yorkshire Moors. Enjoy your Mobius-trip.