A world ravaged by war; humanity on the brink. A stranger comes from another time. Is he the saviour mankind has been waiting for... or something far darker? When an accident with an experimental Time Machine plunges David Tweed into another dimension, at first he thinks he got lucky. He's alive, and the world in which he finds himself seems remarkably familiar. Soon, however, he begins to realise how strange this world really is, how tangible is the evil that crawls across the shattered landscape. But strangest of all, everyone he meets seems to have been expecting him. How do they know who he is, and just what have they been waiting for him to do? Alan Porter weaves a deceptively simple story of one man's courage in the face of overwhelming odds. Yet Firestorm is also a fiendishly complex puzzle, where time twists in on itself and nothing is ever quite what it seems. *Firestorm: Descent is also available in paperback or Kindle formats from Amazon. (http://www.amazon.co.uk/Firestorm-Descent-Alan-Porter-ebook/dp/B00792I3KQ/) You can also keep up to date with news of new releases, follow me on Twitter, or like my Facebook page. For more information, see alancporter.com. Your support is appreciated. Thanks for reading!

"Are you okay?" Marshall asks breathlessly. I can only manage a nod of my head in return. I start to lean in. Wait, what am I doing?! Why do I trust this guy enough to have told him so much about me? He must be able to mind read or some shit because at the same time as me be pulled away. A light blush is on his cheeks too. "I'm sorry-" we both say at the same time. We both manage an awkward laugh, and I look down at the ground. I scratch the back of my neck as an awkward silence fills the air. "Why don't we talk about this somewhere else?" Marshall says making me look up at him. His tone was cold and emotionless much like my own. His eyes had shifted into their darker shade of blue. I nod my head and he starts walking out of the bathroom. I follow him close behind and think to myself. "What the fuck is he doing in my life?"

Ouija. It's only a game, isn't it?