Book of Airy

Heaven’s collapsing. Hell’s organizing. Airy’s over it.

The Plan: Retire from monster hunting, start a new career, move into my own place, and find a Philly cafe that doesn't run out of sweet cream.

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The Reality: Churches are spontaneously combusting and the Archdiocese is breathing down my neck to stop the apocalypse before it hits the evening news.

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The Problem: An annoyingly attractive journalist with his own newspaper and a persistent habit of showing up when I’m trying to hunt monsters in peace.

Douchebags.