Lord Loss — Darren Shan

The door feels red hot, as though a fire is burning behind I press an ear to the wood -- but there's no crackle.. No smoke. Just deep, heavy breathing . . . and a curious dripping sound. My hand's on the doorknob. Inside the room, somebody giggles -- low, throaty, sadistic. There's a ripping sound, followed by snaps and crunches. My hand turns. The door opens. Hell is revealed.

Grubbs Grady is about to learn three things: The world is vicious Magic is possible. Demons are real.