Hell is invading the Earth. To compensate, the Heavens are descending. The End of the World is now if Cameron Mortice and his associates cannot rectify the problems. One team must take a trip direct into the bowels of Hell to restore order there, while a second team stays topside But there is dissension in the ranks and not all the protagonists are quite who they make themselves out to be. Some of them aren't even who they think they are. Old debts, conspiracies and revenge. Armageddon's bad enough without making it personal.
Rhys Wilcox was born at an early age and was very small for his size. Despite these obvious setbacks, it was all the other things in life that would impact negatively upon his unconscious.
Things like Kit-Kat foil, simple DIY and Ninja-like dog poo were a few of the tortures that drove this poor creature to the brink of breakdown.
Luckily, writing brought him back from the edge of this precipice of psychosis, and passionate episodes of free-associative writing exorcised him of his demons.
But now, of course, those demons are free ...