The Glutton

Sister Perpetue is not to move. She's not to fall asleep. She is to sit, keeping guard of the patient's room. She has heard the stories of his hunger, which defy belief: that he's eaten all manner of creatures and objects, a child even, if the rumours are to be believed. But it's hard to believe that this slender, frail man is the one they once called The Great Tarare, The Glutton of Lyon. Before, he was just Tarare. Well-meaning and hopelessly curious, born into a world of brawling and sweet c ...