If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)

Join Harper on her whirlwind journey through life where she tries to juggle motherhood, relationships and family all at once. Can she handle it? Copyright to harrysalmighty 2015.

"You know, most of us are just fallen angels, but some of us were just born in Hell," His deep voice utters, a small grin playing at his lips, and I know he's straight from Hell. NEWLY REVISED AND RE-WRITTEN VERSION BEING DONE NOW AND WILL BE AVAILABLE IN BOOK FORM SOON

"Flame. It's their source of hope, their wildfire. It keeps them going, like a light in the darkness... a light that's barely there, but all the same keeps this world from being drenched in blackness. You're their flame-- my flame. You keep us alive when we're barely breathing. So, don't let anything put you out. Don't let anything douse your flame."

She danced with the angels, while he played with the demons.

No one else in the city knows what's out there. I've only heard rumors. Rumors of trolls, dinosaurs, even wild pigs. I'm not sure what rumor I believe. Maybe there's nothing out there. Maybe it's just a deserted, empty landscape. But maybe... Maybe something lurks around the city. Hoping to find a way in.