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Chapters (79)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty-One
  25. Twenty-Two
  26. Twenty-Three
  27. Twenty-Four
  28. Twenty-Five
  29. Twenty-Six
  30. Twenty-Seven
  31. Twenty-Eight
  32. Twenty-Nine
  33. Thirty
  34. Thirty-One
  35. Thirty-Two
  36. Thirty-Three
  37. Thirty-Four
  38. Thirty-Five
  39. Thirty-Six
  40. Thirty-Seven
  41. Thirty-Eight
  42. Thirty-Nine
  43. Forty
  44. Forty-One
  45. Forty-Two
  46. Forty-Three
  47. Forty-Four
  48. Forty-Five
  49. Forty-Six
  50. Forty-Seven
  51. Forty-Eight
  52. Forty-Nine
  53. Fifty
  54. Fifty-One
  55. Fifty-Two
  56. Fifty-Three
  57. Fifty-Four
  58. Fifty-Five
  59. Fifty-Six
  60. Fifty-Seven
  61. Fifty-Eight
  62. Fifty-Nine
  63. Sixty
  64. Sixty-One
  65. Sixty-Two
  66. Sixty-Three
  67. Sixty-Four
  68. Sixty-Five
  69. Sixty-Six
  70. Sixty-Seven
  71. Sixty-Eight
  72. Sixty-Nine
  73. Seventy
  74. Acknowledgments
  75. About the Author
  76. Praise for Destroy All Monsters
  77. Books by Sam J. Miller
  78. Back Ad
  79. About the Publisher

Solomon and I looked out the window. A massive stingray flew high overhead, flapping her wings leisurely. A pair of storm giants lumbered past. Children ran by in monster masks. We watched them go. I wished I was one of them.

Sixty-Two

Solomon

“Here,” Ash said.

The abandoned Darkside Cinema Palace really did blend in with its surroundings. The whole block had been painted blue. In that run-down district, a line of buildings with boarded-up windows and “Destroy All Monsters” graffiti was barely noticeable.

“You’re sure,” I said.

“Of course not.”

In the distance we could see the bridge, lit up so bright it felt like a brand-new constellation. Twilight was bleeding into evening. Snowflakes began to patter down around us. I tied Maraud to a paddock a couple blocks away, and took a deep, deep breath. Ash and I walked forward hand in hand.

Children ran past us in giant papier-mâché masks: megalosaurs, gorillas, fish men. Unmasking Day street vendors sold them in plain white, and then you bought the paints so you could decorate them yourself.

A woman at a pushcart was steaming dumplings to sell; the air was rich with the doughy warm meat smell of them.

The building was busy, for being so obviously out of service. The wide front doors were propped open. People came and went. Posters out front promised “The Truth Will Be Revealed.” Journalists stood on the steps and scribbled.

Ultramarine armbands were everywhere.

“Welcome,” someone said to us, as we approached. She handed us each a flyer. “The Revelation is upon us. Thank you for being with us for this historic event.”

I nodded. Ash sank deeper into her hood. We got through the front door, no problem, but I knew our luck would not last much longer. Security would be tighter, the closer we got to the Shield.

“Announcement is in less than an hour,” someone said.

“What are we going to do?” I asked Ash. I’d tried to ask her a couple times, on the way over. I didn’t think she was ignoring me. I think she was just as out of ideas as I was.

“This way to the assembly hall,” someone else said, and we followed the slow-moving crowd.

“We need to look around,” Ash said. “See if we can find where they’re keeping them.”

“This is ridiculous,” I said. “We have no weapons, and two magical abilities of extremely limited usefulness in a combat situation.”

“Don’t forget about my one move,” she said, grabbing me by the wrist and elbow.

I rolled my eyes.