Liene, the girl with hair colour of angry Etna. Somewhere between 800 and 1000 Celsius. And a much hotter temperament—is gone.

Tristan Grieves. The enigma peeler and ferryman on watered time is moving oars through rough months.

Boomerang throws TG into an ex-serotonin chaser’s house that smells like stolen passports. A flesh horizon where knives sail into. A nicotine party for a ghost exit, where a she-golem built from old betrayals waits. But what do you do when even the sun don’t want you?

“Hofstatter has a unique knack for reading the urban; peeling back the skin of the city, creating new myths for strange times. Sketching silk-smooth noir in full colour, these stories are sharp teeth beneath velvet. A vivid talent.” — Laura Mauro, Author of Sing Your Sadness Deep

Erik Hofstatter

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