She screamed, swinging around, gun outthrust, finger bearing down on the trigger, while she held the axe upraised in her other fist. She let out a breath of relief when Chuck’s stupid, leave-you-to-die face came into view. The lanky-legged son of a bitch was faster than he had any right to be. “W...
One of the officers that’d checked me in earlier was in pieces on the floor, and I’m not talking about being some kind of emotional wreck. He was literally in pieces: body parts torn away and strewn carelessly about the floor while dark red blood marred the walls in long, jagged streaks. A young ...
Gavin Morse was not what I had expected. I figured the Saints of Chaos would have been led by someone … well, more intimidating, more massive, more impressive somehow. Morse was a small, wiry guy—maybe 5’2” in boots, and 135 pounds soaking wet—though he boasted quite a collection of tattoos and s...