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Hello and Goodbye: Mr Bones / Goodbye Rat
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Hello and Goodbye: Mr Bones / Goodbye Rat
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Welcome to Hello and Goodbye : two dark tales from two deceased narrators - bottled-lightning treats that will make you gasp, gurn, shiver and squirm.
HELLO MR BONES : two damaged souls have, thanks to each other's love, turned their lives around. But as London's weather takes a turn for the worse, so do their fates, when raw evil runs riot the night of the impossible hurricane.
GOODBYE MR RAT : an IRA bomber watches over his ex-lover as she takes his ashes back to his rural hometown. This girl from northern Indiana may not be ready for rural Ireland, yet the townsfolk of Iron Valley certainly have plans for her...
Stark, blackly humorous and compressed to the point of detonation; McCabe writes like M. R. James took a dread wrong turning on an Irish country road.
Welcome to Hello and Goodbye : two dark tales from two deceased narrators - bottled-lightning treats that will make you gasp, gurn, shiver and squirm.
HELLO MR BONES : two damaged souls have, thanks to each other's love, turned their lives around. But as London's weather takes a turn for the worse, so do their fates, when raw evil runs riot the night of the impossible hurricane.
GOODBYE MR RAT : an IRA bomber watches over his ex-lover as she takes his ashes back to his rural hometown. This girl from northern Indiana may not be ready for rural Ireland, yet the townsfolk of Iron Valley certainly have plans for her...
Stark, blackly humorous and compressed to the point of detonation; McCabe writes like M. R. James took a dread wrong turning on an Irish country road.



















