“Hades cracked his knuckles on each hand, and the noise was like gunpowder caps exploding in the silence. "First dish duty," he mumbled to himself, "now possessed cowboys. This just isn't my night.” — Josh Strnad Copy Share Image
“He shook his head again. “I’m afraid I don’t feel much of anything these days. Especially not hope. I have no time or energy… — Josh Strnad Copy Share Image
“Hades cracked his knuckles on each hand, and the noise was like gunpowder caps exploding in the silence. "First dish duty," he mumbled to… — Josh Strnad Copy Share Image
