By Glen Duncan
Meet Jake. a section at the aged facet (he turns 201 in March), yet you’d by no means suspect it. Nonstop intercourse and workout will do this for you—and a vitamin with plenty of animal protein. Jake is a werewolf, and after the unlucky and violent demise of his one modern, he's now the final of his species. even though he's bodily fit, Jake is deeply distraught and lonely.
Jake’s melancholy has carried him to the purpose the place he's really considering suicide—even if it skill terminating a legend hundreds of thousands of years previous. it is going to appear to be effortless adequate for him to finish every thing. yet for extraordinarily varied purposes there are risky teams pursuing him who will cease at not anything to maintain him alive.
Here is a robust, definitive re-creation of the werewolf legend—mesmerising and really horny. In Jake, Glen Duncan has given us a werewolf for the twenty-first century—a guy whose deeds can purely be defined as massive yet who's in a few magical method deeply human.
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