Wraith of Fire — Stephanie Hudson

I knew the moment my soul burned. I knew the moment the Wraith of Fire had touched me. And now... Was it really so hard for the Heavens to produce some white light? But no, not even just a warm glow at the end of some graffitied tunnel and as for Pearly Gates, well they wouldn't be opening for me any time soon! Because I wasn't where I was supposed to be. And I could forget all my jokes about falling into Wonderland and Oz and seeing any of those fuzzy fellas from Narnia, because no amount of wishing that my life was a fairy tale would make it so. Not when I was caught in this nightmare world. One where I was to be terrorised by its ruler for an eternity. A tyrant King that wanted a new game to play. One I had no chance of winning. Not when it was my heart, that was on the line.