Not all elves are nice High Lord Finell of the elves sits on the Heartwood Throne, lost in grief and rage. His sister has been brutally murdered and he dreams of revenge against those who murdered her, the savage humans. And he doesn't care who has to suffer to make his dream a reality. Not his people. Not his own house. Unknown to him his trusted adviser Y'aris was actually the one behind the crime. He plays the high lord like a puppet, while he secretly plots to destroy Finell and take the throne for himself, and then to launch a war of purification. He dreams of a day when the only people...

We're nephilim. We're screwed. Words to live by for Special Agent Garrick Hamilton. Not that life as a nephilim was terrible. But it was hard. The trouble began with the Choir who had no understanding and even less tolerance of their half blood offspring, but plenty of rules for them to follow. Then there was the need to keep their secret from the normals, which meant hiding their gifts. And of course there was always the pain of coming from broken homes and broken parents. Still he'd made a life for himself. He used his gift to help him hunt down serial killers. He had a house and a career....