Fifteen year old Kevin Murphy was sitting at the desk in his Killarney, Ireland, hotel room making notes about his recent encounter with the Father of Lies when the point of a well-used sword appeared two inches from his nose. The freezing-cold blade moved up and down just enough to attract his attention. Slowly Kevin twisted and looked up to see who was wielding the sword. At first all he saw was the outline of a person. Slowly the outline became solid, revealing the sword was held by an older, yellow-haired woman dressed in a green cape that partially covered an arsenal of swords, knives, and guns that were strapped to her slender body.
It had been that kind of a week for Kevin. In fact, his current situation seemed almost trivial compared to the encounters with the Father of Lies and his demons that he had been recording in his notebook and things were about to get much worse.
