Shadows of Razorhurst

<p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> </span><strong style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> Are you afraid of the dark?</strong></p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Things shed their skins in the dark; they split out of their husks; they crawl up from beneath the earth and they shift their bones to become things that shouldn't ought to exist.</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>It ain't the <em>dark</em> I'm scared of. I'm afraid of what's <em>in</em> it.</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center></p><p>Sydney in the 1920s: a melting pot of people from all nations a lawless raucous destination for the drug-addled the criminally inclined and those seeking adventure-or a sticky end. In that part of the city-christened Razorhurst by the tabloid dailies-where most of the booze drugs and vice thrives crime is the <em>status quo</em> barely held in check by police brutality and living large off the poor defenceless and destitute. But along with the crime other forms of evil fester there other dangers and other atrocities against which most forces-for good or ill-are unprepared. Alone in the city two men stand against this rising tide of evil and seek to rescue the populace from its horrors.</p><p></p><p>These are the tales of those intrepid hunters taken from <em>The Case Book of Patrick Dolan Private Investigator</em> tales of darkness monsters and the power of a good right hook.</p><p></p>