About the book: year / Born to Kill... Some vague memory teetered somewhere on the edge of my memory - the feeling of falling, the fringe of wings beating on the musty air, and a bright light that simultaneously enveloped me in warmth and blinded me. A soft voice came from the light. A voice with a beautiful face and transparent wings. Angel. The voice invited me to live. He offered to bring me home again, from the predatory flames of hell. He offered me a future and a chance to atone for my myriad sins. Lie. Theft. Drugs. And - yes - an attempt at cold-blooded murder. I didn’t fully understand what kind of deal I had made, but at that moment I did the only thing I could. I chose life. But when I stood up and saw my reflection in the mirror again, I had to admit that it was not quite what I expected to see.…