"They call him The Burning-Man."

         "The 'Burning-Man', huh? Seems rather hostile" A man sitting in his chair facing the window spoke. He never turned his chair around to see who it was behind him that was speaking, He assumed it was one of his henchmen. He heard paper hit his desk. He turned around and found pictures on his desk. A sigh formed in him.

         The pictures were strange. One of fire, one of ice. He looked up to see the man standing before him, unrecognizable. "Who are you?" The room started to vibrate. The air felt thick.

         "Some one, impossible" He became a standing blur. A blur that then attacked, jumping at him.

The plan for this book is to be a series of short stories that all come together. This is meant as filler while the chapters of "In the Mist of the Storm" are in the works. Tell me what you think. I hope you like it.