The Magistrate says something to him and stands at the edge of the flatbed, a preacher addressing his flock. Charlie Manson laying out the plans for Helter Skelter.
I tap a Malediction out of the box, fire it up, and puff. It tastes like a tire fire in a candy factory next door to a strip club. The best cigarettes ever.
I'm trying very hard not to think about anything I'm doing. Of all the iffy things I've ever done in my life, I've never had to ditch a body before. While it's giving me a migraine right now, I think...
I've never seen a Jade in full feral mode before. Candy's nails have curved out into thick claws. Her eyes are red slit pupils in a sea of black ice. Her lips and tongue are as black as her eyes. Her...
If I’m going to ride this out and stay alive, then I’m king high ballbuster. I took on God and almost did the old man in. A few grumpy horns and hoofs types and a petting zoo full of rabid Pokemons? I...
If Mason wasn’t crazy before, he’s definitely joined the banana army now.
So, this really is a crusade after all. And now I’m part of it. Hallelujah.
The case is caked with dirt and rattier looking than Karloff in The Mummy.
Is that supposed to impress me? You sound like every supervillain in every comic book ever written.
What's that old Sunday school warning about how if you fight dragons too long, you can become one? That's been spinning around in my head for years, long enough that I know I'd rather be a dragon than...
It seemed to be going well. You see, a Qliphoth can only possess an imperfect and impure body, one that’s sinned. Of course, that describes all humans except maybe for the saints. When I eat a possess...
Vices shouldn't be safe. They're what remind us we're alive and mortal.
It’s part of why I came to Los Angeles. My real work. I kill the dead.
I’d really like to keep it for a while and play with it, but there’s a bunch of grumpy killers and angels and a soon-to-be-dead messiah waiting for me.
I’m Satan. I can deal with that and play Smoke on the Water while getting a lap dance on a runaway train all at the same time.
They’re a year closer and I’m on the street like a goddamn lost dog wondering if I’ll ever find my way back home.
Maybe I should have kept my rock. At least I wouldn’t look quite so much like a deer caught in the headlights. No. I’d look like a deer with a rock. Forget it. We
Maybe I’ll live long enough to find out. The way the day is going, though, I’ll be lucky to make it through the appetizer course.
There’s something magical about the sound of breaking glass. Especially around a mob. It works for both humans and Hellions. If you want to start a riot, throw a bottle.
When you jump off a cliff, is it better to land on jagged rocks or burning lava? I know this one. The answer is obvious: It doesn’t matter where you land. You just jumped off a cliff.
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