Across from me at the next row of supports Jim raised his hand and touched his fingers to his thumb a few times, imitating an opening and closing beak. Negotiate. He wanted me to engage a lunatic who had already turned four people into smoking meat. Okay. I could do that. “Alright, Jeremy!” I yelled into the night. “Give me the salamander and I won’t cut your head off!” Jim put his hand over his face and did some shaking. I thought he was laughing, but I couldn’t be sure.

It was the kind of place you went when your earthly troubles became too much for you and you were looking for a creative way to commit suicide.

Curran is the Beast Lord. Tremble.

You said your cousin was a necromancer. You know how the natural necromancers operate?" They twisted the head off your favorite doll, stuffed a dead bird into it, and made it walk around. And then they were puzzled why you got upset.

The kid was so handsome, he almost looked unreal.

Crazy Curran ranked right up there with monsoons, tornadoes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.

What would I do without the moral compass of a teenage werewolf.