J D Sharpe grew up in London, went to Oxford and for a whole summer thought about becoming a police officer, so worked at New Scotland Yard. J D finally decided that writing horror stories would be much more exciting, and that frightening people was far more thrilling.
Flesh, the woe-begotten moaned at Oliver, baring teeth which were ragged and black. Flesh came another moan, and he turned to see two more behind. They began to shuffle towards him, barefoot. The world according to Oliver Twisted is simple. Vampyres feed on the defenceless, orphans are sacrificed to hungry gods and if a woe-begotten catches your scent it will hunt you forever. On the advice of a corpse, Oliver flees his ghastly orphan life to seek his destiny in the dark streets of old London Town, despite the perils of the woe-begotten zombie-infested journey. There he meets the shadowy Dodger, the evil old soul-stealer Fagin, and the menacing Bill Sikes, who is more beast than man. But will Oliver Twisted be the world's salvation, or its downfall?!