Boneditch By Ian Bird

www.boneditch.wordpress.com "I don't think he appreciates exactly how prehistoric the insides of me are. It's not a crib down there, is it?" This is the story of how our hero, Kathryn Eliopoulos, picked a flower from her mother's garden and became something profane and potent. Why work for failed saints and grubby devils, when you can be a monster? Never miss the chance to pick up a new name... www.boneditch.wordpress.com