The Supernaturalist

In comic books, people with gifts became superheroes; in real life they became outcasts.

Whatever their circumstances, people still had to eat, live, and love.

Any of these vultures smell weakness, and they’ll mess you up faster than sugar in a gas tank.

Mona began firing with deadly accuracy, also with a stream of Spanish words that Cosmo suspected were not taught in kindergarten.

Mona was half ninja, half gunslinger, popping off charge after charge into the blue creatures.

world was dripping down his eyeballs like wet oil paint down a canvas.

Cosmo was halfway through a particularly nasty dream involving two Parasites, Ziplock, and a hair dryer,

Some instruments seemed like they were held together with duct tape and prayers. Everything looked out of date.

Cosmo sank into a near trancelike state. The events of the past few days bounced around his head like blobs of oil in a lava lamp. Who was he now? Cosmo Hill fugitive no-sponsor, or Cosmo Hill Supernaturalist? Who was Cosmo Hill anyhow? A product of Clarissa Frayne, with no personality to speak of. Fourteen years old and he had never kissed a girl.