Julia Sule

God, how could you lead me into this temptation? This obsession will be the death of me. She’s been my undoing since the day I laid eyes on that picture—those sad eyes, that forced smile. They drew me in like a moth to a flame. But I’m here to purge this town of evil, to rid it of the Church of Eden and its devil: the Prophet. Victor Morales. Her father.

Paint your toes. Pick up the wrong coffee and bagel order. Drive from Brooklyn to Jersey in traffic so slow you want to tear your hair out. It’s amazing all the useless things I can accomplish while on hold for three hours with customer service. Three hours when I should be getting the Date-in-a-Box website ready to launch at the big business expo in a few days. Except my shiny new website is glitching, and my inner rage-monster is ready to scorch some earth...when he finally picks up. Not the robot voice I expected but a real live human named Kal.