“I clung to the pain like a badge of honor. Blood dripped in a slow splatter from a deep gash in my forearm, and my left knee throbbed from a vicious twist, but I couldn’t suppress my grin. I dragged… — Diana Rowland Copy Share Image
“The demon is crouched in the corner, between the Cheetos and the onion dip. It’s” — Rachel A. Marks Copy Share Image
