The Devil is English: Part Two

Malice in Chains Teetering on the brink of my monotonous and humdrum existence, I found myself blurring the lines between sanity and boredom. In boredom bad decisions are born, and that summer I gave birth to a few. After taking a month to recover from my tumultuous London excursion, I was beginning to get that … Continue reading The Devil is English: Part Two

House of Broken Mirrors

Staring into the dark abyss of my reflection, with my soul staring back at me, I had a difficult decision to make. It was the summer of Malice. The summer I set foot in a dungeon, shed my old skin and became someone else. I was 19 years old - fresh out of an all … Continue reading House of Broken Mirrors