Ronnie glanced around and saw that the night was in full swing. In fact, a drunken demon was currently swinging from a lamppost right at that very moment and would no doubt be there all night. It was coming on for one in the morning, which meant that Skullenia was as active as any normal town or village might be in the middle of the day. Of course, when I say active I don't mean loads of people out shopping for bargains, or kids bunking off school, or office drones dashing round frantically to get their banking business concluded so that they can get back to their places of work before their jobs-worth bosses have a panic attack. No, this was more of a shuffling, staggering, floating and altogether more ethereal and ghostly affair that was punctuated by howls, screeches, screams or a combi
