“Do I strike you as a frivolous man, Kelly?" I look at him, sitting there in another thousand dollar suit. Pompous? Yes. Self-centered? Yes. Careless? "No.” — Bill Blais Copy Share Image
“You want me to join your group of demon hunters," I can’t believe I just said that out loud, "because of a can of… — Bill Blais Copy Share Image
“We have nothing left. Orphans. Castaways." She turns to me. "Childless. That is what we are. The unwanted or the un-killed. We are together… — Bill Blais Copy Share Image
“I’m in a secret underground hideout of a group of monster hunters, filled with magical totems, brass monkeys that move and enough firepower to… — Bill Blais Copy Share Image
“We fight monsters and unholy creatures for a living here. Grotesque, evil, violent, dangerous; they’re certainly all these things. And yet, we somehow manage to go to sleep each night and wake up each morning. The terror wears off. What was horrific becomes mundane. We lose ourselves to a numbed normalcy after a while, a self-inflicted detachment. You forget how… — Bill Blais Copy Share
“Do I strike you as a frivolous man, Kelly?" I look at him, sitting there in another thousand dollar suit. Pompous? Yes. Self-centered? Yes.… — Bill Blais Copy Share Image
“I know you think I should be home taking care of my family. That maybe I’d be distracted or I wouldn’t be as committed… — Bill Blais Copy Share Image
“The things I’ve seen," he continues easily, "have shown me that the only constant is change. Too much power in one place is a… — Bill Blais Copy Share Image
“Most people create a destiny of minutiae, of the mundane. They create their own limitations. When the moment comes for them to stretch and… — Bill Blais Copy Share Image
“That thing ruined my favorite T-shirt," complains Mario. "Whatever." It’s Marianne’s voice. "You were just looking for a reason to get your shirt off."… — Bill Blais Copy Share Image
“I chew the inside of my lip, considering for a second what it would be like to slap this skinny little witch right across… — Bill Blais Copy Share Image
“Demons exist,' he says simply, as if talking about the weather. 'They are real and they are dangerous. We hunt them when necessary and… — Bill Blais Copy Share Image
“The glove suddenly feels much heavier, now, more dense. The rush of power didn’t come through me, but wrapped around me; invisible and strangely… — Bill Blais Copy Share Image
