I didn’t murder Carl Holt, but to be fair, I had been planning on it. My girlfriend got to him first. She snapped his neck and left him dead on his partner’s kitchen floor. I just burned the house dow...
He was convinced that he could steal a human’s life force, drain their soul dry, and use that power to turn himself into the Garden’s conduit and master. It was very trial and error, though. Several h...
He held out his hand. Give it to me, he hissed as his fingernails lengthened into claws. If you insist, I said. Then I shot him in the face.
Alchemist’s…clay? What is that? It’s a special kind of clay, I said. And it won’t set off the metal detectors? I stared at him through the slot. No, I said. Because it’s clay.
A witch, a sorcerer, and a fucking demon from hell say I’m not trustworthy. You’re a psychopath, I said. She shrugged. I’ve been told that means that I know the difference between right and wrong, I j...
A couple strolled by behind my chair. For a moment, they got between us and the closest light, casting Freddie in a patch of shadow. As the light peeled away, so did the facade. A desiccated corpse re...
Manager, he works late two nights out of five, but there’s no way to predict which ones. What I do know is his home address, the names of his wife and their two little girls, and what their bedroom wi...
Your traveling companion is a highly successful narcotics dealer. I held up a finger. Point of order. She was arrested for marijuana possession twice, growing it once, and all three times the charges...
You were going to betray me! Sullivan roared, slamming his fist on the table. Lauren bared her teeth. You were going to betray me! I jumped up onto my chair and climbed onto the dinner table, standing...
You saved me, too, I told her. Sometimes you just can't do everything alone. And that's okay.
You know all those movies where the bad guy gets captured, but it turns out that was the key to his master plan all along? Not gonna lie. I’d always wanted to do that.
You killed a buddy of mine, back at the shelter. Yeah? What about the other three guys I killed? You didn’t like them as much? That shut him up, at least. The elevator door whispered open. Jennifer an...
What about him? one of Brisco’s entourage asked, glaring at Jablonski. They all were, actually. He wasn’t a popular man. I pretended to think about it. Well, here’s the thing. I promised I wouldn’t ki...
Well hello, Caitlin said, eyeing the shepherd. The last time I saw you, you were wearing your heart on your sleeve. Because I ripped it out and put it there.
Two months ago, Lauren Carmichael’s husband and son were murdered in a home invasion. She was conveniently working late that night. Sheldon Kaufman’s sister died two weeks later, casualty of a conveni...
There are some sounds, and some languages, that are so alien to our nature that the human brain naturally rebels at them. You’d think we’d take that as a hint. Caitlin? I managed to stammer, the rest...
The problem with security, real and bulletproof security, is that it’s ugly. By way of example, take a look at a supermax prison or better yet, a liquor store in the bad part of town. The rich and bea...
The princes of hell were too old, too powerful to operate on Earth. They couldn’t even set foot here without kicking off the apocalypse ahead of schedule. So every prince had a hound: the one demon in...
The cellar itself? Not shown. Probably wanna check that out. The cellar, I said. Great. Because nothing bad ever happens in the cellars of creepy old houses.
That kind? How many kinds of zombies are there? There’s the kind that eat people, the kind that don’t eat people… Margaux’s voice trailed off as she thought it over. Two. Two kinds. Plenty of variatio...