Check out an excerpt of this week's installment of "Demon Age: Will of Shadows".
When Chief woke, the room was dark. The sound of his mother’s voice was no longer echoing up the hall, but Rodger was sleeping soundly at the foot of the bed. Chief lifted the book from his chest and reached for the bedside table, his brain filled with a fog...
"I wasn’t there when the virus hit. I wasn’t there for three whole days after all hell broke loose..."
"Hands wrung in frustration -- What beautious conflagration..."