You know I’d follow you anywhere. Even if it’s straight to Hell.

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...

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...

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....

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...

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