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Carl forced me to finish watching Jaws before we started the job, which didn’t bother me one bit. I needed a moment of big, dumb fun.

A medical table lowered from the ceiling and spread across the counters on either side of the room.

A gang of demons wanted me dead, and now I had Benny’s crew breathing down my neck.

I had no doubt that I could survive the attack, but bullets still stung something fierce, and I had no interest in getting the wind knocked out of me or nursing welts for the next two weeks.

The three orcs, decked out in battle armor, would lead the charge with their snub-nosed shotguns.

The views in the Hills were majestic but getting there was like navigating through the favelas of a third-world country, with roads barely wide enough for one car.

Candy could barely hold a cup of tea without spilling it everywhere, her hand was shaking so violently.