My eyes were locked onto their victim s eyes I kept on walking I should have been running away but instead I was walking calmly towards Blond and his knife It was the victim s eyes her eyes were making me do this I had expected to see fear pain and desperation but all I saw was tranquility This was what dragged me towards her a naked woman in the chill of March was being attacked and she was at peace I needed that peace In the early hours of Easter Friday in New York Steve Walters died but he would be re born The Naked Angel An atheist an angel and a priest walk into a New York Irish bar The fate of the world will be decided on whether they can believe in each other and work together. ReviewWhat a fantastic read the story was enthralling switching from dreams to awaken thought The way the autherWent into historical details and made it work within the story was enthralling Justin Golding