Around me is complete chaos. The soldiers open fire, bullets everywhere. They’re better armed, but we’re out of our fucking minds.

On foreign land, memories of you slowly fade, but the dolls still stay,
their eyes rolling to the back of their heads, refusing to watch you leave.

World leaders meet Mary Parraday’s miraculous children, who have been crafted through unique (and ethically questionable) genetic manipulation.

Fred Rowe fears the pounding little skulls nails. The old man hates them. Wishes they’d stop torturing him, because that’s what they do: torture, and — eventually — one day, they’ll finally kill Fred Rowe. Finish him off for good. End it all. Goodbye. Until then — nearly everyday — Fred Rowe sits in his darkness and waits for the pounding little skull nails.

An apocalyptic poem.

Depressed and suicidal, Flynn makes a pact with an ancient spirit, a monstrous being made of glass who writes eloquent letters promising to claim Flynn’s life and end his suffering. But when he unexpectedly finds love in the arms of Nan, they must fight to break the pact and save his soul.