I kill, therefore I am… Voices slam through the corridor of his wounded mind. The words of his dead sister cry out. His parents’ taunts fill the silent room where he sits and waits—waits for the murderous rage, filling him with strength, driving him to kill, to touch the cold flesh, taste the warm blood—to feel alive again… Joe MacAree fears nothing—except that he may no longer be human. The thirst that drives him is relentless, moving deeper and deeper into his own shattering, private realm, where each murder is a delicious new gift of life…