Author: JE PAYNE

—†— CHAPTER TEN —⸸— Setting up shop I looked around the office, taking in the furniture. Desk, filing cabinets, a couple of chairs. Even a coat rack by the door. For a place that had...

—†— CHAPTER NINE —⸸— What Was Written Before I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind still processing everything that had happened. The five attribute points had settled into my body without the...

—†— CHAPTER EIGHT —⸸— The Feldman Place I finished the last of the meal without rushing it. When I was done, I wiped my hands on the napkin and stood just as Mabel came by...

—†— CHAPTER SEVEN —⸸— A Little Room to Breathe The streetlights were already on, casting pools of yellow light onto the sidewalk as I made my way down Germain Street. We’d gotten out of...

—†— CHAPTER SIX —⸸— The Devil’s Due I woke to the sound of car doors slamming and men shouting outside. The late afternoon sun cut through the window at a sharp angle, painting amber stripes...

—†— CHAPTER FIVE —⸸— St Cloud Minnesota I walked through the aperture and felt my knees buckle. I grabbed for the cathedral’s iron railing, trying not to collapse on the stone steps. The bright sun seared my...

—†— CHAPTER FOUR —⸸— Escape From The Shit Show I woke up coughing and wheezing. Although the pain was gone, every muscle in my body felt sore. I found myself curled up naked on the...

—†— CHAPTER THREE —⸸— Welcome To Purgatory Welcome to the shit-show,” Azazel said, gesturing at the twisted landscape around us. “Purgatory. The cosmic junkyard where God throws all his broken toys.” The miniature demon...

—†— CHAPTER TWO —⸸— The Trinity Protocol The darkness fell away. Golden text started burning across my vision where Remiel and Azazel had just been. The words hung in the air, following wherever I...

—†— CHAPTER ONE —⸸— Ninety-Three Breaths The van door slid open. Again, my legs moved without me telling them to. They always did. I followed him down the side of the house, my feet...