March Till Death

Does a damned man dare dream? Driven ever farther from his home, Arturus must come to terms with the fact that, as a denizen of Hell, it simply may not make sense for him to feel things like hope or love. In a place where all that ends is ill, hope is a lie. In a place where all who breathe are selfish, love is a liability. But Arturus can't help himself-his heart longs for his home and for the people he left so far behind. All men dream, didn't you know? Even the damned ones . . . Especially the damned ones.