The Kind One

A Novel of Cosmic Horror and Dark Justice

A connoisseur of human evil. It does not kill quickly, because quick death is wasted meat. Instead, it unmakes its victims - slowly, exquisitely, over hours or days or years - savouring every contradiction, every prayer, every moment of realisation that the predator has become the prey.

It leaves them alive. Broken. Hollow. Waiting for the next feeding.
If something existed that could punish the worst among us - not with death, but with something far worse - would that make it good? Or would it just be another monster, with better taste?

Nomsa Dlamini spends the novel trying to answer this question. By the end, she is not sure she likes the answer.

And neither will you.
If that sounds like something you want to sit with - if you're willing to keep the lights on a little longer than usual - then turn the page.

But don't say I didn't warn you.