This week Violet discovers that that scalding throb that rips thru your body every few seconds has a name: The Rest Of The World.

Did you know that if you hold your mother against your ear and listen closely, you can hear your dead father softly crying "my child has gone banana"?

Die once, shame on you. Die once every three seconds, shame on us all.

By the time you are done reading this sentence your right eye will have secretly murdered your left eye, right under your nose.

The only thing hotter than the future is the present, and the only thing wetter than a present is the itchy glass of molten absolution that just quenched the thrust of Tessa's face.

Unfortunately everything in the whole universe just oozed out from Doug Dwyer's head. But luckily, all that stuff is now coming over here to get you and also bite you.

The grudge match between Order and Chaos is finally settled in a slapfight -- and whoever is victorious will get a sexy new atomic makeover!