In the desert, fifty miles away, the mind was able to dispel it as a figment of hallucination. But here it was different. It was real. All of them were.
They were dead billions of years ago, and in a given manner of speaking, they were still dead now.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the magic wand ticking away on the table.
If ever there was a time to call for a second lunch, it was now...

Digby VIII, Esq. had never considered himself much of a crime fiction connoisseur (and not very much of a holy man at all) until a freelance friend introduced him to the world's very first serial murderer. How did Nyasasaurus Parringtoni - affectionately nicknamed George - rise from the bells of history into the electric modern day? How many of his friends joined him? And are they all driven purely by instinct, or are they servants of a crueller power...?

THE SECOND BOOK IN THE 'NIGHTCAP OF THE ELDER TWILIGHT' SERIES

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