St. Martin's Griffin
Something wicked this way comes . . . and it keeps coming and coming and coming. . . .
William Shakespeare was one of history’s greatest writers, a master of words with a body of work that is truly impressive . . . some may say a little too impressive for a single man to accomplish in one lifetime. Perhaps, as many have speculated, he had assistance. Or perhaps the explanation is more . . . unusual.
Who was William Shakespeare?
Who was the Dark Lady of the Sonnets?
Why are the undead stalking the alleyways of London?
And can they be stopped?
Something is definitely rotten in the state of Denmark.
So brace yourself for a wild ride through twisted streets and shadowed graveyards of Elizabethan London, where you’ll discover how the Bard got his Bite.
“Though this be madness, yet there is method in ‘t.”
Hamlet (Act II, Scene II)
What was left of the man shambled into the dark alley, and I followed. I had little choice.
I am a chasseur, a hunter. What I hunt are those whose souls are controlled by another. I call them the tibonage.
You’d call them