The creature had reared up in its true form, a frozen man-sized explosion of pink custard-like stuff. It wobbled and shook. Big bubbles formed and popped on its skin, belching out words.
'Fresh meat!' it burped. 'Fresh meat! Fresh meat!'
'Whatever,' said Jack - and sighed. Yep, he thought. Gang up on the new guy. In some ways, when it came down to it, Hell was really pretty predictable...
'Sam Enthoven's clearly loving telling this story and his energy creeps into the words on every page.' Philip Ardagh, Guardian
'Imagine a literary world where Philip Pullman meets Darren Shan' Books for Keeps
'I think Sam could be the next Anthony Horowitz.' Charlie, 11
'Vomiting bats? I'm sold.' Neil Gaiman*
* Neil Gaiman has specifically asked us to point out that he has not actually read The Black Tattoo yet.
Cover illustration © John Jude Palencar, 2006show more