Something was stalking Jennifer. Threatening phone calls, strange noises in the night, a feeling that someone was watching, waiting. No matter how much police protection her rich father provided, no matter how much comfort she got from the nice young man next door, her terror grew. She got a guard dog. A bodyguard. Still, the gloved hand holding the bloody knife slipped through a crack in her bedroom door.
In the Bible, Azarius was an angel. In the formerly peaceful town of Ainsley, Louisiana, Azarius was a force for evil. There was no escaping the power ... the bloodshed ... the horror. It started with the death of a priest and a name writen in the priest’s blood on the wall of the church:
AZARIUS
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