I looked in the mirror and had to double take. I was staring at eyes I didn’t recognise, skin that had dulled to a jaundice colour in a matter of days. My eyes were the same shape, but the colour of my iris had changed to a mustard brown. It had been six days since I’d been bitten, and I could no longer deny they’d gotten me trapped this time. For years I’d carried round the antidote, and every ti...

The bus was busy, claustrophobic in fact. The seat I was sat on, if you can call it that, was the space between the bottom step of the bus exit and the backseat. Next to me was a bag of fish ready for the market. The smell was putrid but atleast distracting from the Spanish chatter. We were headed towards Tyrona national park, a place of tranquility and beautiful beaches. And yet I felt sick with ...