I have learned a few things in my life. If you can't wear clean underwear, don't wear any at all. Never trust a vampire. Secret ruling councils should generally be avoided. Finally, and this is the most important, very few people are ever what they seem. However, it wasn't always easy to live by these rules. Like, when said secret ruling council demanded my appearance and then did the worst thing they could possibly do, inflame my curiosity. Asking me to go to New Orleans to investigate a series of werewolf attacks, I couldn't say no to that. The first problem was werewolves had been...

You know what's worse than being blackmailed by a secret council? My family. But somehow I was roped into a mission that required me to deal with both. If it weren't for bad luck...well you know the rest. Shezmu, the god of ointment with a penchant for dismembering bodies, made himself known in the catacombs by chopping up fifteen innocents and putting them on display. Despite the fact that Shezmu killed my father, the council determined I was the best person to send on this "diplomatic" mission. All I had to do was convince him to go home, thwart whatever the council's real plan was for the...