eyed on his mind, the kind that filled the mind of someone who had lost all sense of purpose and direction. What exactly was he living for now? Revenge? And when he got his revenge, what next? He

without pain, just a movement of liquid leaving the body. And he had healed up just minutes later. Isolated from all else, this in itself was great power, one that millions of men would go to

at those things, he felt out of place, like a fish out of water, with the nagging feeling that this world was not his own, for he longed for something, something indefinable, something he couldn't explain, and that thing wasn't present in this temporal world. Oh, in his previous lif

last time they made love, how they had set the sheets ablaze with the flames of passion, how she had held on so tight to him, sinking her nails on his back as he, like a man possessed, galloped along the path where nothing but pleasure mattered. But now, alas, he woul

y low sound, imperceptible to human ears. He heard it because his senses had become ten times more sensitive. At that moment, he knew he was being followed and watched