In a house in the nicer side of town, lives a young man who is busy making the best garden possible. The house is a pleasant, two-storey affair, with light blue paint and white trim and window shutters. The back yard still has some kids toys in it, because Seymour doesn't care much about the back yard. He's busy with the front ( Read more... )

It's ten in the morning- do you know where your Madeline is ( Read more... )

Now that Taylor has found out a little about deadly hospitals and random people and all the interesting stuff that goes down around Hell, he's a little bit more likely to talk to people. Won't you walk down main street and tell the shaggy-haired and torn-jeans-wearing musician sitting on the steps of the inn how to get along in Hell? Also perhaps ( Read more... )

The vampire thing kind of sucked, a lot, and Todd is well aware of that pun. He just doesn't care too much.

The horrible monster kids were one thing. Everybody freaking out was another. Even totally screwing up in front of Claire again wasn't it. It was, you know. That Guy. Todd has no idea what is up with That Guy (That Guy and Claire and they ( Read more... )

Eden McCain is sitting on the steps of a house that used to belong to someone as the sun is coming up over Hell, soaking the streets, drying the dew from the night before, chasing away the vampires, etc ( Read more... )

What? There's some sort of evil hospital where evil things happen? Seymour would look at you like you were crazy if you mentioned it ( Read more... )

The car broke down a day ago. It was a 2003 Ford, according to the sticker at the used-car dealership. The engine was smoking. Seymour has completely forgotten what that means, but he didn't want to risk the car blowing up ( Read more... )