Antidote Illusions

Liene the girl with hair colour of angry Etna. Somewhere between 800 and 1000 Celsius. And a much hotter temperament—is gone.. Tristan Grieves. The enigma peeler and ferryman on watered time is moving oars through rough months.. Boomerang throws TG into an ex-serotonin chaser’s house that smells like stolen passports. A flesh horizon where knives sail into. A nicotine party for a ghost exit where a she-golem built from old betrayals waits. But what do you do when even the sun don’t want you?. “Hofstatter has a unique knack for reading the urban; peeling back the skin of the city creating new myths for strange times. Sketching silk-smooth noir in full colour these stories are sharp teeth beneath velvet. A vivid talent.” - Laura Mauro Author of Sing Your Sadness Deep