“That’s not a ‘bad boy,’ Meg. That’s an ancient, unholy manifestation of darkness itself that has clawed its way out of the deepest bowels of the Downside and taken on the vague form of a man for the sole purpose of harvesting fear from the monsters of the Upside as an offering to his patron…” Her voice dropped to the lowest of whispers, forcing me to lean in to hear until our foreheads nearly touched. “Discord himself.” Wow. That would make for one hell of a dating profile. And to think the last guy I’d swiped right on had been holding a fish.
