<p><em>Downriver to the sea (the black sea) the blood stream flows. The sun gone cold. No dawn beyond the void. In all this I see, a darkness in mind.</em></p><p><em>&lsquo;I never did buy the whole angels and demons thing,&rsquo; I say. &lsquo;No way it&rsquo;s as simple as that.&rsquo;</em></p><p><em>&lsquo;It never is. But &hellip;&rsquo; He leans forward, as if he&rsquo;s about to let me in on a secret: &lsquo;&hellip; there are demons, John, though they&rsquo;re not what you&rsquo;d expect. And the thing is, you can&rsquo;t run from them, much as you try. They&rsquo;re always there, deep inside your soul. And you </em>want<em> to set them free.&rsquo;</em></p><p>John Andras has debts to pay, whittling his life away as a prison guard. But a fateful encounter with one of the inmates is about to change all that ...<br />
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Because the warden has a special assignment for him, and he&rsquo;s not the kind of man to take no for an answer. Now John needs a key, and the only one who knows where to find it is a shackled prisoner in a cell that shouldn&#39;t be there.</p><p>As his dreams grow darker, each step seems to be pulling him closer to the precipice.</p>