Not all monsters are bad. I mean, can a monster be bad when she spends her time getting rid of bad guys? The real monsters—predatory humans?
That's right. I said monster. That's me. I don't consider myself a monster, but the world does. I've gone through my short life—nineteen years—thinking that I'm the only one of my kind. Until I discover I'm not. There's so many of us. Monsters. Mythical creatures. And a whole bunch of the others live at the Netherside Home for Wayward Girls.
As if being a monster isn't complication enough, there are hunters after us. Boys. They steal us away from Netherside. They kill us. They are ruthless. Now it's time for them to find out how ruthless mythological girls can be.
The biggest complication? A golden eyed hunter boy named after a fallen angel. Or is he actually the fallen angel himself?
