Folks who said you were a coward if you ran away from a fight usually didn’t live long themselves.

It was almost like Fletcher was building up to something – some secret that he knew would further rock my world – and he was trying to get me ready for it, trying to prepare me for the shocking truth, trying to soften the blow by only giving me small dribs and drabs of information along the way.

Don’t you understand what I’ve done?” Caine asked. “I’ve gone against everything I believe in. And for what? You?

I didn’t know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I’d be happy with any of them.

I looked the same as always, except for one notable thing. The crown on my head.

I shrugged the questions away. I’d find out the answers soon enough – body by bloody, bloody body.

I’d always thought of the monsters as my own sort of standoffish pets. If, you know, you thought pets that could eat you were cool. Which I totally did.

Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.

Information was like an aphrodisiac to Finn. Uncovering people’s secrets an amusing game.

Since coming to Mythos, I’d almost been run through with a sword and mauled to death by a killer kitty cat. Dirty looks didn’t faze me anymore.