Michael, aged seventeen, is slumbering on an eerily hot spring night. Without warning, a human with purple eyes breaks through his window and pins Michael to the bed. At that moment, a skeleton leaps out of the night and cuts the head off as more humans with purple eyes flood in. The skeleton set to work on cutting them down. Soon, Michaels room resembles a slaughterhouse.
Father Gordon drags Michael from his room to an awaiting van as a purple hue consumes the city of Detroit. In the van, Michael learns that he has been born in a war of the heavens and Derrock and that he is the reason for the purple hue. He also learns that one half of his soul is pure, the other evil.
Will the pure light of his soul bring the end to all souls or will evil damn the earth and heavens to damnation? Michael has the beast stirring inside, and it wants out. Can Michael control the beast and his mind?
Sobre o autor
I’m a bit of a day dreamer, thinking of new tales to weave into a new work. I write with unrestrained passion. I cast the shackles of perception to one-side and blaze my own trail, after all I do it for you the reader.