Liam Sheen.
The heavy gates of the prison clanked, cutting off 15 years of silence. A man with the face of a young man and the eyes of a dead man was released. Dark hair, tousled like a wild dandelion, framed the pale face of a mestizo. Despite his thinness, there was a dangerous, bestial strength in his posture. He looked at the world through a veil of emptiness, expressing neither fear nor joy. The city had changed, but it had not. In his jacket pocket he clutched a plastic bag, And his fingers remembered the phantom crunch of breaking bones. The predator returned to the forest, which was now called the city.
About Liam Sheen.
The heavy gates of the prison clanked, cutting off 15 years of silence. A man with the face of a young man and the eyes of a dead man was released. Dark hair, tousled like a wild dandelion, framed the pale face of a mestizo. Despite his thinness, there was a dangerous, bestial strength in his posture. He looked at the world through a veil of emp...Read more