Matthew Clayfield

Two journalists and a photographer are sent to stake out a woman's house and told not to return without a story. When the woman shows no sign of appearing, they take matters into their own hands.

Frank Vaughan is a debt collector pushed to breaking point. In a frenzy of revenge, he tracks down the priests who abused him in boarding school and stole his childhood. Not even prayers can save them. But Frank's actions pit him against Melbourne's criminal underworld, unleashing a wave of violence across the city. Rescuing stripper Sarah from the bloody chaos, together they must fight their way out, one dead body at a time. Despite the danger, Frank won't stop until every guilty person meets their fate. Welcome to the seventh circle of hell. Every. Debt. Must. Be. Paid.

In a near-future world, where individuals have their memories downloaded for backup, a man awakes in a body that is not his own.

Jack drives around his hometown of Mount Gambier, South Australia, looking for an excuse, however trivial, to snap, to vent and to rage.

Two journalists and a photographer are sent to stake out a woman's house and told not to return without a story. When the woman shows no sign of appearing, they take matters into their own hands.

Frank Vaughan is a debt collector pushed to breaking point. In a frenzy of revenge, he tracks down the priests who abused him in boarding school and stole his childhood. Not even prayers can save them. But Frank's actions pit him against Melbourne's criminal underworld, unleashing a wave of violence across the city. Rescuing stripper Sarah from the bloody chaos, together they must fight their way out, one dead body at a time. Despite the danger, Frank won't stop until every guilty person meets their fate. Welcome to the seventh circle of hell. Every. Debt. Must. Be. Paid.

In a near-future world, where individuals have their memories downloaded for backup, a man awakes in a body that is not his own.

Jack drives around his hometown of Mount Gambier, South Australia, looking for an excuse, however trivial, to snap, to vent and to rage.