The vortex of flying demons slowed, then gracelessly stilled as they realized a Demon Judge floated among them. Fear and confusion bloomed on the thousands of faces hovering in the air in front of the condo. Just as hesitant as the rest of them, Marcus had stopped his approach with Heather. He gl...
Despite her confrontation with Karen, she’d been lively and cheery as ever at the wedding ceremony… yet some sort of gloom had fallen over her since. Brandon had tried bantering with her and introducing her to some of the more amenable guests, yet she remained secluded behind the sweetheart table...
Thorn and the Judge had discovered to their dismay that the abandoned foundry had many exits. From outside, its towering brick walls lent it the appearance of a fortress, but once they’d cornered Shane inside, they found the foundry replete with back windows, back doors, staircases, overhead walk...
Where his followers had gone or why his attacker hadn’t finished him, he didn’t know. He lay on his back under the heavy rain, which fell around him and through him and pattered on the grass beneath. The suburban house, normally so mundane, had been transformed by the storm into a looming beacon ...
Heather, though, kept staring at the giant black monolith, like it confirmed a suspicion she’d long held. Even Thorn seemed mesmerized by the structure as they passed less than a mile away from it, surrounded by a dozen winged creatures—angels?—and walking on foot. Brandon remembered that black w...