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He chanted words I didn't understand, words that wouldn't fit in my mouth.

Mo, sitting at Dantes side, barked happily, as though the necklace was his idea all along. I MEAN lbr it probably was. Mo and Aralia: dream team jewelry designers. Save the world and get famous making pretty necklaces; no designs Aralia forges over liquid iron like Hephaestus

"You'll burn for what you've done!" If I had a dollar for every time someone told me that, well...I'd have a lot of dollars. Like, four.

An image of Jaws praying the rosary popped in my head. I needed a bigger boat.

...I just felt lost. Incompetent. Helpless. Like a toddler stomping around in her parent's shoes, daydreaming about what it was to fill them.

"Yeah," Butch agreed. "There ain't no reason why huntin' those monsters should be illegal. I say, make it fair game. Put a tax on those parts and bam! We'll all be sittin' pretty in mansions like that Arturo guy's probably got." "This is bullshit," I said, angry at both the host and Butch for grossly misinterpreting Dante's situation. "Your mansion's not even a nice one!"

I hadn't been this excited since I was chosen to play the lead in my schools fifth grade production of Stone Chapel: A History. I'd gotten the part of Amelia Cromwell, Elias's wife. I never went through with it because I developed a severe case of stage fright ten minutes before the show, but for every minute leading up to those ten, I was on Cloud Nine.

Max squinted against the blue glow of his screens. He had four of them mounted on the wall, each one dedicated to a different website. Save for the last one. He'd been watching some sort of anime when I came down. Max Morrison is my son tbh

Fine art came in many forms. Paintings, drawings, photographs, sculptures, murals, graffiti...Dante's body.

But this wasn't a car wreck. This was possession. A fate worse than death. This was Dante, trying to correct it.