Vosh is dead. He is remarkably cheerful about it, considering. Corinne is making a list of New Year's Resolutions and trying desperately to forget the reason why. George has discovered the world is ending and is putting some of his murkier fantasies into practice. Gary doesn't know how to spell 'succubus' but is pretty sure he can put one on his credit card. Maddox Kent's debut collection takes you to a place where love may be found in a dream or in a catalogue; where the tower blocks read books and the books read people; where a jamjar is just the thing for space travel, and even the illusions are not what they seem... Reality is fragile. All breakages must be paid for.