He didn't know what the humans had done to his offspring, but whatever it was, it was making him hungry.
They were ideal prey in many ways. They were ungainly and slow. They would rather be caught than make the effort of escaping. And though their taste was vile, they required only a small amount of shaving before they were boiled. The men of the Northern Isles had found their dish of choice.
As I watched the pre-election debates a few weeks ago, I was struck by just how vindictive and blood thirsty the other party leaders were. Their relentless attacks on Harper only succeeded in belittling their points, while he came away the wounded martyr. Being not at all aligned towards his politics, I was surprised at my own empathy for the guy. So when my editor approached me about doing an election cover, I knew exactly what to do.