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Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions, it’s walled and roofed with them.

Demons walk among us, and always have. The stuff of nightmare is their bread, and they butter it with pain. They coursed Europe on the white horses of the plague. They whispered to Caesar that he was immortal, then sold daggers for half-price in the grand March sale.

I have a recurring dream. Actually, it’s a nightmare. One of those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as you're waking up from them, but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day.

We tell ourselves that monsters only exist in fables. But sometimes, they're real. And sometimes, the only way to defeat them is to be the bigger monster.

Jason Wynn sent me to Hell. I came back to return the favor.

𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯. 𝘔𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱.

Violence isn’t always the answer, but it isn’t always NOT the answer either.