Someone is plotting to put all gargoyles in jail…or six feet in the ground.
For decades gargoyles have patrolled the night in Montreal Ward. They are dubbed Guardians by the humans and fae who live on the fringes of society, those who survive in neighborhoods the police don't care about. But when a Guardian is accused of murder, their reputation blackens.
Mason promised to return from France with the one weapon capable of killing the formidable witch who was reborn from the bloodstone, but no one has heard from him in months. Now Polina gathers forces. Without Mason or the Guardians, Kyra has no backup as she tries to solve a murder and face off against new and terrifying monsters…all while caring for her growing menagerie of extraordinary critters.
A new adventure in the Inbetween, where magic is the only rule of law. Hell Hounds Don’t Heel is the third book in the Valkyrie Bestiary Series. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08KGCW6X2
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / ParanormalPublished February 13, 2021
eBook sales as of March 31, 2021
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Customer reviews: 330+ (4.6/5 star average)
Current sales rank:
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#34 in Contemporary Fantasy Fiction
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#46 in Fantasy Adventure Fiction
The sun set in a riot of grisly purples and reds. I parked my truck at the side of an access road on the southwestern edge of Buzzard Island. A far-away howl broke the stillness as I gazed up and down the road. No one used this route anymore. It led to a beach blanketed in debris from the flood wars and left uncleared to protect the tower looming over the shoreline. On top of the tower, the Apex stone funneled power from a ley-line to the ward protecting Montreal. Even people without my sensitivity would be uncomfortable so near that much magic. To me, it felt like a heat rash prickling my skin. I took several centering breaths to reinforce my personal defenses and slipped into the forest surrounding Gerard Golovin’s estate.
Spring buds gave me no cover as I crept beneath the trees. I would have preferred to wait until full dark, but it was nearly feeding time and the beast I stalked would be more manageable if it was hungry.
I made it over the ten-foot wall surrounding the property without encountering anyone, but I didn’t let that lull me into complacency. Polina, the witch we had inadvertently freed from her bloodstone prison last fall had shacked up with Gerard, a man we already suspected of darker schemes. And she brought along her security of an otherworldly nature. Ghost sentries might not sound like an effective way to guard anything—they couldn’t use physical weapons after all—but they could raise an alarm, and most people wouldn’t see them coming.
Most people weren’t me.
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