The boy on the mortuary slab is dead; so why doesnt he act like it?

Forensic sorcerer Frank Sampson reckons its something to do with the bizarre magic symbols carved into his flesh. He thinks he knows the sorcerer behind it; but the trouble is, he also thinks he may be in love with her. Or not . . .

Life can get confusing when your loyalties are divided, youre on the run, and the Inquisition are on your tail with a stack of dry firewood and a box of matches.

Donald Hounam grew up just outside Oxford. He toyed with Medieval history at St Andrews University, and wrote a PhD thesis on apocalyptic beliefs in the early Crusades. He threw paint around at the Ruskin School of Drawing in Oxford, then found himself in Dublin where he threw more paint around and reviewed films until his flatmate set the building alight one Christmas, whereupon he scuttled back to England and started making up stories...