SAINTS ON FIRE - CHAPTER TWOPyro doesn’t have a clock down there. He imagines he’s locked up somewhere in the dungeons. Without a clock. Time is really slow when you don’t have a clock. He wants a clock. Well, no. That’s a lie. He wants to get out. Now. He had been there too much for his own sake. And it is too boring for him to handle.  What he ( Read more... )

SAINTS ON FIRE - CHAPTER ONE
There is only one cold feeling that makes him feel good. That’s what he had been telling himself for the past months. But he had thought it since he left Australia. After all it’s the metallic feeling of the shark Zippo that gives him power. It’s the representation of the hell he left behind. The one thing that released ( Read more... )