Wally Fitch and Sutton Blackhill fight apostles of the demonic, the Church, and the dead to find a book written by a demon named Surath.
The sound of fireworks still lingers as barbeques fire up, adding to the already miserable heat that lay over us like a blanket. When the breeze is just right, you can hear the squeak of the swings from the park around the corner. The sun finally hits the spot where the numerous trees in the neighborhood block its harsh, fiery rays. Kate and
The date was January 4th, 2024. It was a cold winter day at the park. Snow had fallen a few days prior and still glistened on the skeleton-like tree branches. Steps, one after another forged through the snow, pushing forward as one does while exercising. BAM! Oh shit! A patch of ice, hidden under a patch of snow caused the walker to fall back,
We sipped our cocktails as the blizzard outside mocked what we were feeling on the inside. The storm wasn’t just brewing, it was already here. We mixed the next round of cocktails in a pointless effort to procrastinate the ginormous task before us – planning the new year. The ice clinked around our glasses as the giant list of existing and newly green-lit
