Fluke

He was a stringy mongrel, wandering the streets of the city, driven by a ravenous hunger and hunting a quarry he could not define. But he was something more. Somewhere in the depths of his consciousness was a memory clawing its way to the surface, tormenting him, refusing to let him rest. The memory of what he had once been. A man...

not the usaul Herbert but still brill

way better then the film!!!

This book is brilliant from start to finish you just don't wanna put it down.