An extract from Kick the Tokoloshe, a cosy-crime novel by Sam T. Mackay CHAPTER ONE: Pinky Pinky Crap. I can smell crap. And fires and paraffin and rotting food. I ease one eye half open. It’s night. The air cold and sharp and seared with smoke. The only light a flickering, half-dead streetlamp down […]
Sam T. Mackay
