an extract from
The False Prophet
The man wearing the bright cloak stands on its edge, balancing himself against the wind as a consuming wave hurtles toward him. He puts his hand up to the sun to shade his eyes and turns to the villagers below, a noise like scraping metal bellowing out of his mouth.1 review - read now
This issue ends with The False Prophet. Terence Corless, familiar with his pen, has another blinder of a story, layered and complex. Time concentrates, longer moments squeeze and we are all left balancing on a pinhead.