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“I’m not sure what your price range is, but we do have a line of magic-enhanced toys designed for supernaturals. And those would be your best bet, if you’d like to do it right.” I’d have expected a saleswoman to take me straight to the best—and most expensive—stuff, trying to get me interested right away. But she clearly knew a lot more about sales than I did, because in contrast to the cheaper, human-oriented products she’d just shown me…yeah, these were better. Way better.

About six months into the apocalypse, both my mom and I had discovered some serious powers. Mine? I could hear my dad's thoughts—yes, only his. In an apocalyptic world where survival hinged on brute strength, this ability was as useful as a screen door on a submarine. The only upside was that I became his personal translator. But my mom? She struck gold. She developed super strength—and not just the run-of-the-mill kind. Her entire body mutated. She went through a second growth spurt, and now she was almost seven feet tall—tall and built like a tank.