“I’m not a skilled investigator. Far from it. My methods are questionable and my morals are murkier than gutter water, but I somehow manage to scrape a living. If ten years of mostly bitter experience has taught me anything, it is that finding the living is far easier than finding the dead. No blood-streaked shovels, no cobwebbed cadavers, and only the occasional bad dream.”
New book time!
Ten Pints of Blood is out today from Close To The Bone, in paperback and e-book formats. It was a pleasure working on another book with Craig at CTTB, after Meat Bubbles & Other Stories and Boneyard Dogs. I think Ten Pints – a new set of Paignton Noir Case Files – might be my favourite one yet.
“Leins’ spare, striking prose confronts the horror beneath the skin of England with savage, astringent grace. These haunting tales deal compellingly with the open wounds of our world. Leins’ bloody and bruised characters drive into your skull and stay there.”
Gareth Spark, author of Marwick’s Reckoning and The Dark Earth of Albion
“These stories kicked my ass. They are beautifully violent. Told in simple prose that is equally elegant and nasty, filled with blood and broken bones. Joe Rey is the exact kind of person I’d love to follow into the darkness that is Paignton. Tom Leins is a bad man.”
Daniel Vlasaty, author of Stay Ugly and Only Bones
“Ten Pints of Blood — a twisted novelette and nine seriously fucked up short stories — chronicles the further misadventures of unscrupulous private eye Joe Rey as he delves deep into a cesspit of sex pests, dirty coppers, serial killers and neo-Nazi toe-rags. For Rey, never likely to pass up an opportunity to inflict violence on anyone dumb enough to get in his way, it’s all in a grubby day’s work — an excuse to dust off his beloved brass knuckles and bust a few heads as he metes out his own warped brand of justice. Leins is on irresistible form here. His pared down prose will make you snort and cringe and look away, and the violence is so visceral you can almost taste the blood.”
Gary Duncan, author of You’re Not Supposed to Cry