“Snow gently falls on the blood-stained streets of a seedy out-of-time New York City. Steam envelopes the nightmare unfolding within its narrow alleys. Iron is the will of the one who would dare to resist… fight… survive.”
The Stone Quarry
Saturday night, Sunday morning
Across My Land
Mountains
Lunch Time
Hell
The X
Scallop Season
Strike Out, Dude!
Carnation
Echoes of Silence