Zvilnik cannot be killed by conventional methods, now in their third incarnation, regenerating not with the glamour of a phoenix, but the grime of a re-re-re-animated Frankenstein’s cadaver. Stitched together by the unrelenting hands of an unhinged doctor, maniacally thrusting in freshly exhumed organs where each previous part has dropped away, jolting a spark of life through the ungodly result. ... more