Prologue I’m not afraid of werewolves or vampires or haunted hotels, I’m afraid of what real human beings do to other real human beings. © Walter Jon Williams The weather was really cold for this time of the year. Late September. Nick tried to find some money in his pocket while trying to open the door to his apartment with his keys from another pocket. Unfortunately, he got only two crumpled dollars and ten cents. Well, he will be in trouble if the flat owner remembers about his dept.  Today was Nick’s birthday. And the only thing he got in his fridge was an old half of an onion. Crap. He really needs to change something in his life. Nick Lemongrass was a young man who was turning twenty eighth today. He was a freelancer artist. His family was pretty small because his mum died when he was only five years old and his father brought him up with the help of his sister. Nick was grateful for them but after graduating from the School of Arts he decided to build his own grown-up ...