And right now, she’s got A-levels to think about.Īround the same time, I was also fighting like hell with my girlfriend, who was all upset because I’d killed one of her best friends, lied about it, and then got her dragged up in front of the secret vampire council that, like, runs Europe or something. She turned out to be some kind of weird sun prophet thing, but none of us have any idea what that means.

Six months ago, the dickhead’s new girlfriend, Sofia, was kidnapped by the same cult of vampire wizards, and we rescued her together. I suppose that’s what you call an impasse.įifteen years ago, I was kidnapped by a cult of vampire wizards and rescued by my dickhead then-boyfriend, now dickhead ex-boyfriend. She’s a blood-drenched embodiment of primal hunger who keeps taking over my body and I’ve got a body I don’t want taken over. It’s one of those classic generational things. I’m technically half-faery, but I don’t like to bring it up on account of how I don’t really get on with my mother.

I’m a private investigator operating out of a dingy office just off Bow Street. This book is approximately 96,000 words Read more But you know what they say: the more things change, the more they stay the same crap that’s been trying to kill you your entire life. Still sharing a flat with a woman made of animated marble-only now apparently there are two of her. Still got an alpha werewolf trying to get in my pants. This time, it might just go to Hell.Īlso, still dating a vampire. Last time this happened, the city went to pieces. I don’t think we’ll get that lucky again.Īs if the mother of all wizard battles wasn’t bad enough, fate or destiny or a god with a really messed-up sense of humor has dropped a weapon that could rewrite the universe right into the middle of London, and anybody with half a sniff of arcane power has rocked up to stake their claim on it. Back then, the law did for him before he could do for us. Ten years ago I fought for the Witch Queen of London in a mystical showdown against a King Arthur wannabe with a shaved head and a shotgun. I like my women like I like my whiskey: embroiled in a magical war

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