The Island

Slowly I rowed my canoe toward Hide Away Island, my island. The oars glided gently over the water making ripples. If you had been standing on the shore looking at the scene, I’m sure you would have found it very picturesque. The setting sun was reflected by the water, and over head birds flew. I didn’t take the time to enjoy the beauty though, because I know with each stroke of the oars, …

…All he had to do to win his total freedom was get Kat’s lover to kill her, or get her to commit suicide. The minister failed in both. That didn’t bother the devil though. They would both die eventually, and until then he’d have the challenge of cracking Kat Samsa. After all, he’s not in the business of collecting lives, he’s in the business of collecting souls. Bibliography N/A