This time, instead of being stuck in a huge tube with lots of people, I am in a freakishly small plane, a Cessna sixteen-seater. Luckily, Nancy plopped down in the seat next to me before anyone else—i.e., a certain undead jerk—could. But the second her butt was in the seat, her mouth began to move. Before we had even taken off I knew where she was born, her first pet’s name, how when she was five she wanted to be a ballerina and then later a sharpshooter for the army, and how when she was two she teleported into a closet and it took her parents three hours to find her. Finally, after the bumpy takeoff, Irie changes seats with Carl so she can kneel in the seat in front of me, interrupting a fascinating story about Nancy’s first trip to the dentist. “How you doing? Nervous?” Irie asks. “A little.” “Well, don’t be. We’ve done this a thousand times. Chances are it’s a werewolf, so all we have to do is sic Will on it, sit back, and watch.”
What do You think about Mind Over Monsters (2011)?
