“Old age had blurred Sol Horror into a walking ghost. He had made a living out of swallowing up this town’s demons. Until, that was, Rudy Russo handcuffed him to the slaughterhouse railings and thrashed him to within an inch of his life. He was an elderly man, and Rudy could have killed him with his bare hands, but he chose to use a tyre-iron instead.”
Don’t call it a comeback… I have a brand new short story online at the awesome Shotgun Honey. It is called There Is A Place In Hell For Me And My Friends.