2012 — Ghost Rider Spirit Of Vengeance

The road east of Chișinău was a scar of cracked asphalt and frozen mud. Johnny Blaze sat astride a stolen dirt bike, the engine’s rattle a poor substitute for the hellfire V8 that lived under his skin. He wore a hoodie, not leather. He hadn’t smiled in months. The Rider was a caged animal inside him, starved and pacing. Johnny fed it just enough rage to keep it from breaking the door down entirely.

Johnny looked at Danny. The boy was crying silently. ghost rider spirit of vengeance 2012

He kick-started the hellcycle. It roared—a sound like thunder in a tomb. The road east of Chișinău was a scar