Men Talk A sand fly, large and black, landed on Dylan’s red nose and stung him. He slapped his nose. ‘Ouch!’ He shook his white hair, the colour o… LIFE and beyond My search, my hunt, my life, my vices, my ode to De Sade The Hunt for Leftovers I felt like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. Pizza slices, donuts holes and cheesecake crusts started to come alive and sing a song welcoming m… The Slayer I walk among the carnage evaluating the corpses as I go. Six Vampires dead and fourteen humans, The Hunt It was dark as we returned to camp and a cold autumn mist licked at our heels. We had been unsuccessful – the battle had been furious and b… The Hunt To be willfully stalked.