There is nothing new about monsters. We have all heard the tales of them since we were young children, and unfortunately, we also get to experience some of our own monsters in life (though not in a way which we might have expected) as we get older. Too often do monsters cause the darkest points in our lives, but sometimes, they only emerge during those dark periods. And as we fall from the summit that is our happiness, our peace, our stability, and our safety... we plummet straight into the black mouth of an endless spiral, one that does not seek to regurgitate us on its own merit. Here, we are by ourselves- for that is what all monsters truly seek to instill... desperation. But a light is still to be found even in these darkest of places, and that light is called truth . Truth burns the flesh of monsters, and straightens the spine of our endless spiral. In Of Monsters that Sift our Blood , B.A.D. presents these crude monsters and such desperation in three short stories: "A Rare Crossing with Cornelius Hunter", "Astro Manic: A Mr. Downer Rediscovered", and "May the Night Take Me Before He". For not all is lost in these tales, as a conquering, defeating, burning, and rising will always ensue from the truth. For truth is not a 'light at the end of the tunnel'. Truth is the light within you right now.