Hell's Super (Circles in Hell, #1)

by Mark Cain

From my point of view, Hell looks like Scranton, or maybe Gary, Indiana. A little dirtier, perhaps. Some areas, especially the interstates, remind me of LA.

“Nice job,” he said, with all the sarcasm a saint can muster (which is more than you’d expect).

Probably the Sin of Pride. That’s what got most of the smart guys to Hell.

Theoretically I knew he could snort but never thought I’d actually hear it.

Melvil looked at me as if I were some alien being. “I’m a librarian. We help people.”

Great. I was going to have to negotiate with Mr. Holier-than-Thou. To be fair, he was holier than I was, holier than just about anybody, but he didn’t have to rub my nose in it.

My side: the thought made me ill. I was on Satan’s side. Great.