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Tales of the Mantequero

Jenny Twist was born in York and brought up in the West Yorkshire mill town of Heckmondwike, the eldest grandchild of a huge extended family. She left school at fifteen and went to work in an asbestos factory. After working in various jobs, including bacon-packer and escapologist’s assistant (she was The Lovely Tanya), she returned to full-time education and did a BA in history, at Manchester and post-graduate studies at Oxford. She stayed in Oxford working as a recruitment consultant for many years and it was there that she met and married her husband, Vic. In 2001 they retired and moved to Southern Spain where they live with their rather eccentric dogs and cat. Besides writing, she enjoys reading, knitting and attempting to do fiendishly difficult logic puzzles. In July 2018 she won the Author Show TOP FEMALE AUTHOR Fantasy/Horror/Paranormal/Science Fiction award. . . .In the south of Spain at the beginning of the twentieth century, village people still believed in this particular fabulous beast. Sometimes they called it a mantequero, and sometimes a sacamantecas; it was a monster which looked like a man, but which lived in wild places and fed on human manteca or fat . . . Some people still do . . . This book is a compilation of the three Mantequero stories: Mantequero, Disappeared and Sins of the Father; with the addition of two new stories: The First Mantequero and The Last Mantequero.

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Chapter 45

When he got back to his apartment, he set the bag on the table and examined it. It really was in a dreadful state. The leather had hardened, and here and there it had cracked. He daren't try to open it in case he made it even worse. Giving it a reassuring pat, he went across to the wardrobe and got out the dubbin he used for his walking boots. He spent the next two hours patiently rubbing it into the bag, paying particular attention to the damaged areas.

It looked better, he thought, but he'd still have to give it another go in the morning. With that he changed into his pyjamas and got into bed, carefully placing the bag on the bedside table where he could reach it. He had a strong desire to take it to bed with him and cuddle it like a soft toy but he didn't particularly want dubbin all over his pyjamas.

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