Also: spoilery, what with all the spoilers. So if you'd like to have spoilers for lunch, that's great and also, you'll get a serving of spoilers on the side. Mmm...spoilery.
One, two, three, four, get that spoiler off the floor! (Wait. That made NO sense.)
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Gimme an S! Gimme a P! Gimme an O! Gimme an I! Gimme--oh, the hell with this. If you don't know spoilers are coming by now, I wash my hands of you. And my feet, too. Because that sounds like you really mean it. I predict, "I wash my feet of you!" will soon sweep the nation.
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It’s no surprise to Betsy that her trip to Hell with her sister Laura landed them in hot water. Betsy isn’t exactly sorry she killed the Devil but it’s put Laura in a damnable position: assuming the role of Satan (she may not have the training but she looks great in red)—and in charge of billions of souls as she moves up in the world. Or is that down?
But Betsy herself is in an odd new position as well—that of being a responsible monarch suddenly in charge of all things more earth-bound: like her vampire husband Sinclair, who has gone from relieved to ecstatic to downright reckless now that he can tolerate sunlight. And if Sinclair isn’t enough to contend with, Betsy’s best friend Jessica is in her sixth (and hopefully last) trimester. Considering she’s been pregnant for eighteen months, she’s become a veritable encyclopedia of what not to expect when you’re expecting. Oh, the horror…
And speaking of growing pains, Betsy and Sinclair’s adopted little BabyJon is finally starting to walk. And if the increasingly unpredictable toddler is anything like his extended family, precisely where he’s headed is anyone’s guess.