I am Watcher, Guardian of Reason.
I bring your last chance.
I see your future.
Fate has given you the number thirteen, for the thirteen steps ascending a gallows deck and the thirteen twists in a hangman's knot.
Stop drinking and drugging before the midnight hour.
Tomorrow is too late.
Life doesn't exist in the thirteenth hour.
Not for you.
Not for any creature.
The thirteenth ends in death.
Wordcrafts Press Demimonde, hardcover/james e. cressler
