Born on the mean streets of Montreal, where one might just as well become a French-speaking hooker as write dirty little stories, Black Heart has been peddling its wares from atop wobbly stilettos straight from the start. Graduating from online erotica rag to smutty print 'zine to to daily online lit mag, the Heart's still Black and the stories are still the lifeblood flowing through its veins. In your hands you hold just a fraction of 10 years worth...