Anya, a ghost from my past life who had been more alive in my heart than perhaps anyone else.
Anya, who in varied incarnations I had loved and killed off in many different ways in different stories. Yet I always resurrected her, or parts of her, through the recycled guises of other women.
Anya, to whose absence I had remained faithful.
Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn
Coming soon from CSF Publishing
Photo by Anthony Distefano