The occult noir series continues…
The City is rife with cults, covens and cabals.
Broken-glass curses and occult rites in the back of bars.
Magical symbols written in whisky and cigarette smoke.
Ritual muggings and street-rat divination.
Lark works the edges. Once he used to be a player but now he’s rogue, alone but for a few friends and allies and the type who owe favours. Addicted to information, he can’t help but take the cases the damned and the lost and the dangerous hand him.
Lark’s back in the City
Back working as sheriff for the Library.
Back from his time out with the ghosts. Aware now of who’s behind the last few years of hell. Bernadette, daughter of the Old Man, the cruellest, strongest sorcerer Lark ever went up against.
Back, but not without wounds. His head ain’t what is used to be, demon scars riddling his brain and soul. And the Library has enemies where allies were, no one knows who’s who and friends are thin on the ground.
Then the killings start. High profile, ritual magicians are
dying, Ancient Egyptian death magic is being toyed with, and sorting that mess
our falls squarely on the already struggling Lark. There’s a profound crime happening,
a plot a century in the making. And Lark
is standing dead centre.