Chuffed to see this excellent review of Tim Lebbon's new collection, Last Exit for the Lost.

The review fails to mention that if Tim was really writing about what he knew then it would be 560 pages of beer-soaked dwarf porn. Luckily Tim has an imagination and can branch out a bit.

Get a copy. Now. He is one of the most important writers working in horror and if you don't own all his books people will laugh at you for being the shallow-souled arse-biscuit you are.