Moonflowers
David A. Gray
I’m not like those other freaks. The kids who can look inside your head and bring your nightmares to life.
The weirdos who can steal your luck or make a thing true just by wishing it. The outliers born from the mess that followed Armageddon.
The ones you call Moonflowers, half mockingly and half afraid. They’re the mistakes that humanity hates – and needs.
I’m not like them. I’m worse. And I’m the only thing standing between you and the legions of heaven and hell.
—Petal – The Armageddon-Lite Archives
