The snail is crossing the edge of the razor blade. The bull is in the squeeze cage. The black widow is in your hand. A twig snaps on the edge of camp. There is a needle in the pillow of your bed. These are the vectors by which our imaginations run into their darkest and most uncomfortable corners. These are the poisons of our minds, the seeds of discord, from which dark flowers blossom into nightmare. Such is the nature of Vector, a collection of short, unrelated horror stories which will transport the reader all over the world, from the grimy carpets of New Orleans hotels to the cemeteries of Paris, from the bear-infested Polar Ice Cap to the hermetic caves of the Pyrenees, from serene Minnesota to war-torn Liberia, from the mountain to the desert to the swamp- in the end, the reader will be glad that Vector is only a work of fiction.