The glove suddenly feels much heavier, now, more dense. The rush of power didn’t come through me, but wrapped around me; invisible and strangely empty, like a purely mechanical force. It wasn’t like I just...

That thing ruined my favorite T-shirt,” complains Mario.”Whatever.” It’s Marianne’s voice. “You were just looking for a reason to get your shirt off.” I try to look around for her, but my neck refuses.

I know you think I should be home taking care of my family. That maybe I’d be distracted or I wouldn’t be as committed as the rest of you, but who’s more committed: the person...

Telling someone like my mother that Hell is a real, physical place, somewhere you can travel to and from, would be like spray-painting the statue of Jesus hanging over the pulpit during mass. Better off...

The things I’ve seen,” he continues easily, “have shown me that the only constant is change. Too much power in one place is a fool’s errand. Eventually, and inevitably, no matter how good the intentions,...

Most people create a destiny of minutiae, of the mundane. They create their own limitations. When the moment comes for them to stretch and leap, they find themselves boxed in, locked down by their own...

Mario the Magnificent is Orange!” His eyes sparkle with eagerness as he winks at me.

Demons exist,’ he says simply, as if talking about the weather. ‘They are real and they are dangerous. We hunt them when necessary and return them when we can.

We fight monsters and unholy creatures for a living here. Grotesque, evil, violent, dangerous; they’re certainly all these things. And yet, we somehow manage to go to sleep each night and wake up each morning....

I’m in a secret underground hideout of a group of monster hunters, filled with magical totems, brass monkeys that move and enough firepower to take over a small country.

You want me to join your group of demon hunters,” I can’t believe I just said that out loud, “because of a can of pepper spray and a boat load of luck? You’re insane.

Down every hall is a gruesome tangle of impossible creatures, and every one of them is split open or strung with barbs or dragging their insides after them, flailing along on shattered limbs or shredded...

I chew the inside of my lip, considering for a second what it would be like to slap this skinny little witch right across her tight-lipped little face. ~Kelly about Suni