Angelus Ast rt
It was a little more than half past one in the morning and the entire neighborhood, half the police and fire precinct were outside, watching the blazing building. People filled the street, cops were running about, trying in vain to keep the people back, and firefighters shouted to each other, ‘Get that damn ladder up!’ and ‘Where the hell is that woman going?’ Nobody paid me any mind, even with my garish looks. I was six foot one, tall for a seventeen year old. My hair fell to my waist in a...