From Ashes
JD Phillips
The Phoenix. A symbol of rebirth. Renewal. Always reduced to ashes, but perpetually returning to splendor. Purified.
And then there was Kell.
Kell. The young boy they called the “Little Phoenix.” Lone survivor of the Cocoon Man – kidnapper, child molester, murderer. Great things were expected of Kell – he was a survivor. But he let everyone down. Family. Friends. Himself. He knew their expectations were misplaced – they didn’t know the truth. He was supposed to be the dead one – but someone else was dead in his place. Because of him. His fault.
Kell. The twenty-something street hustler. Fleeing from his past – himself. Indebted to his pimp. Suffering in the freezing cold of a bus stop to meet his weekly obligation. A car. A customer. Warmth. Safety.
Illusion.
Kidnapped. Tortured. A hell re-lived at the hands of a mysterious man and woman – twisted, sadistic. Deadly. Kell will soon learn that you can’t run from your past – that it is always faster than you can flee. And when it catches you, you have two choices: learn or die from it.