As the gates of Hell locked behind him he felt he had one more chance.

He’d lost his job, house, family, and now his soul. Unperturbed, he strode towards Satan and his entourage.

He only needed to think of one more thing to gamble with to make it all disappear.

Connell doesn’t need to gamble, as putting pen to paper is risky enough. He never knows where the words might take him.