Zombie epidemics are bad for business.
And I thought five dollars plus your brain was a reasonable cover charge.
But you know…supply and demand…
And functioning brains are in short supply these days.
When it came to hunting vampires, I was second to none.
Vampires are intelligent. It also means they have predictable patterns. Figure out their habits and I could take care of most vamps and be back in time for breakfast.
They’re also image-conscious.
But zombies are unpredictable. They run on pure instinct.
They couldn’t care less about public relations.
Their numbers are growing by the hour.
Since I’m an elemental, they can’t smell me. It gives me an advantage that human hunters don’t have.
But will it be enough?
If I can’t stop them, it will mean the end of humanity, the end of the world as we know it.
As if bloodsuckers weren’t frightening enough…whatever killed these people consumed their souls…leaving their bodies completely unscathed.
The victims had only one thing in common: They were all attacked at my club. But when you mess with my fans, Nicky’s fans…well, you’ll unleash Nyx and soon regret it.
The Grimoire of the Nazarene is still missing. If the Order of the Morning Dawn finds it first, Mina will unleash a legion of angels to wipe out everything she deems unnatural: vampires, witches, me…and good people like me, people in my community.
Is there a connection between these killings and the missing grimoire? I have reason to believe it’s all connected.
With every body that turns up at my club, I suspect that Mina gets a little closer to acquiring the Grimoire of the Nazarene and ending us all.
I think I’m going batty….
I told myself I’d never go back.
I’m returning to the Vilokan Asylum of the Magically and Mentally Deranged….
Not to get treated…but perhaps Doctor Cain can help.
The world’s original werewolf…and its first murderer.
If anyone can help me get a handle on an undesirable shape-shifting situation…it’s him.
But there is a coven of bat-shifting vampires with other plans.
Surely their appearance and my…acquisition of this ability…isn’t a coincidence.
If I’ve learned anything hunting vampires, it’s that I can guarantee that they’re up to no good.
And I can’t help but wonder…am I the one hunting them?
Or have the tables turned?
A stiletto heel through a vampire’s heart…
Who ever said you had to sacrifice fabulous for functional? Eventually I’d find her, the one who stole my abilities. Now I was stuck like this…in a human body…a male body…I was scared shiftless. I’m out for more than vengeance. I want my life back. But even if I catch her, even if I kill the vampire who ruined my life…can I even take my shapeshifting abilities back? Or, am I destined to stay like this forever?