Christopher Ward signed up with a literary agency on 12th December 1984 wanting to be SO rich it would be obscene. And he IS a success - but there is a price to pay. Nothing lasts forever . . . As his writing ability begins to decline and publishers reject his books, he starts to drink. Sleeping badly, pacing around day and night, he gets a breakthrough. But is it? Pages of a novel pour out every night from the computer he's sure he's turned off and he doesn't remember doing the writing. He sets up a video to see what is going on - and sees ape-like shapes shuffling around. And the video shows HIM murdering a prostitute. What IS going on? Then his literary agent comes round and shows that his life is the price he pays for previous success . . .

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