Chris Cox is a deranged, one-eyed hunchback wandering by night through the wastelands of Pawtucket. His age isn’t known, but sightings go back three hundred years and he’s generally believed to be a cannibal.

Author of one and a half phenomalous black comedy novels, he’s represented by ParkEast Literary Agency, with whom he only communicates via cryptic notes written on apples injected with larvae.

Needless to say, he’s a tricky one.