No one quite knows where Dave Migman came from. When I took over Dog Horn Publishing, he came with all the computers, files and folders Ellis France had accumulated over her two years in charge. His manuscript swam to the top of official letters and contracts and said 'Read me' in an ethereal, acidic whisper.

See, Dave's writing is incandescent. It's toxic. It's corrosive. And he seems to secrete it from every pore, like Giger's alien.

We hear very little from him and frequently have no clue where he is--whether it's the Highlands or some farflung colony off the coast of Indonesia. But every quarter he floods our inbox with the creative meanderings of the past three months and scares our socks off! He is at once artist, poet and author, and his first novel, The Wolf Stepped Out, is evidence of his cross-disciplinary skills. He's designed the covers for each edition himself and there's a haunting lyrical quality which shakes you to your bones.

Wolf is a story of religious obsession, urban psychosis and razor-edged revenge. If you like Polluto, you'll love this!