Ninth Circle
This is The Bourne Identity . . . as if Neil Gaiman had written it . . .
A man comes round on the floor of a shabby flat in the middle of Budapest. His head is glued to the floorboards with his own blood. There''s a fortune in cash on the kitchen table. And he has no idea where, or who, he is.
He can do extraordinary things - speak any number of languages fluently, go three days without food or slee...
This is The Bourne Identity . . . as if Neil Gaiman had written it . . .
A man comes round on the floor of a shabby flat in the middle of Budapest. His head is glued to the floorboards with his own blood. There''s a fortune in cash on the kitchen table. And he has no idea where, or who, he is.
He can do extraordinary things - speak any number of languages fluently, go three days without food or slee...
