“ Grip had been hungry ever since the first youthful spots on his sheets. Wanting to try what others only fantasized about, finding his way to the fearless ones who laughed back, the ones who also wante… Robert Karjel
“ He wanted to cut the man’s throat. Never in his life had he been so overpowered by such a desire to kill someone. It was a strange feeling, sweet and driven. In one leap he could be on him. His legs w… Robert Karjel
“ A grunting nocturnal animal, a machine of flesh and blood who wasn’t ashamed of himself. But he never found redemption. Robert Karjel
