The Godsverse Chronicles

The entrance of the castle was guarded by nothing but several empty suits of armor, as dusty and discarded as the rest of the castle. Black bones and skulls adorned the huge doors.

Inky blackness collapsed all around me. My eyes generally adjusted to the darkness quickly, but the blackness in this place was unyielding.

There was only one person who I knew had hired the Firestarter before, and I’d sworn the next time I saw that smarmy rat, I’d kill him.

There was only one person who I knew had hired the Firestarter before, and I’d sworn the next time I saw that smarmy rat, I’d kill him.

I bent down closer to the bile lake. It smelled as foul as the souls piled high all through Hell.

There was only one person who I knew had hired the Firestarter before, and I’d sworn the next time I saw that smarmy rat, I’d kill him.

We had descended for miles before they finally threw Aimee and me into our cells.

The stench of charred flesh filled my nostrils as we made our way down the dirt roads of Hell.

Dis was nothing like I had imagined. I wouldn’t go so far as to say it was a happy place, but the monsters living there certainly didn’t seem any more miserable than they did on Earth.

We arrived in Hell inside a sewer pipe filled with bile and sludge. It wasn’t unlike a sewer pipe on Earth, except that it was made of clay instead of concrete.

My watch vibrated again. Now I was late.

The tunnel had collapsed behind us and the track beneath us disappeared, leaving Lily to crash two feet onto the ground.

My mother would say I was a damned fool for working with the government, but I had been a fool for less than ten million dollars before—a lot less.

The tunnel had collapsed behind us and the track beneath us disappeared, leaving Lily to crash two feet onto the ground.

The Firestarter led me through the woods south of Seattle. We were deep in the thicket with only the sounds of nature for company, and she wasn’t much of a talker.

There was only one person who I knew had hired the Firestarter before, and I’d sworn the next time I saw that smarmy rat, I’d kill him.

I waited out front of the bar until the next morning, watching angelic and demonic pairs leaving the bar together like old friends.

Dad stumbled down the streets of Plockton, using the lamp posts and edges of houses to steady himself.

I didn’t make it to small towns very often. Most of my work centered on major cities and their surrounding suburbs.

I helped Blezor into the house and laid him on the couch in the living room, then ran into the kitchen and brought back water for him. He drank voraciously and begged for more.

It was equally disgusting and adorable that they finished each other’s sentences, which was a pretty good summation of love, too.