(Rob Harman gives us a look into his second story in the anthology, titled "Fame Immortal") 'Dad, what does the Devil look like?' I'd asked at a tender age. 'He's dirty, shabby and angry,' he'd replied without hesitation, 'think of him as a mad tramp.' This had been deeply disappointing since I'd recently had my first taste of Hammer horrors and their TransAtlantic cinematic rivals, where I'd imagined him to be a suave, witty, urbane gentleman like Christopher Lee or Vincent Price. Naturally my Father's perception of Satan had been formed by his own upbringing in London's East End, a place reduced to rubble by the Luftwaffe and still struggling under rationing. Later, I too was to reimagine a more realistic vision of "Old Nick". And so onward with my story where we revisit the myth of Faust and the infernal deal he seals. Should it intimidate me to follow in the cloven footsteps of Literary giants such as Chri...
