Randall Lee isn't your typical acupuncturist... A beautiful young woman, dead, her body unmarked, her skin a peculiar shade of blue... A bizarre, ritualistic crime scene... And an unlikely hero... When a young woman is murdered in a seedy massage parlor near his neighborhood, the police recruit Randall Lee - an American acupuncturist and Tai Chi master - as a translator and expert in Chinese culture, to assist in the investigation. When Lee discovers that the murderer is an expert in a forbidden Chinese martial art - the dark mirror to his own healing practices - he must join in the hunt for...

Randall Lee is back "I need you to do... whatever it is that you do, Randall. Help him. Please." Just back from a relaxing vacation, acupuncturist and Tai Chi master Randall Lee returns to find his friend, Detective John Knox, in critical condition following a bizarre and random attack by a seemingly unstoppable assailant. Against the wishes of the police (and, perhaps more importantly, against the wishes of his girlfriend), Randall begins to look into the case... but in vowing to help Knox, Lee must descend into a world of organized crime, underground fighting tournaments, mysterious...

Still reeling from the events of Pressure Point, a broken Randall Lee embarks on a journey to the blackest deeps of hell in search of an enemy long presumed dead. To save a little girl, and, possibly, his own soul, Randall must confront the faceless monster who destroyed his family... and the sadistic underground society to which he belongs.

A brand new Randall Lee Novella "Here's the thing, this isn't going to be some How-Randall-Got-His-Groove-Back midlife crisis tale, and it doesn't involve fearless kung fu warriors engaged in exotic hand-to-hand combat; it isn't a swooning ballad to the love of my life, though I truly hope she features in it. This time there are no suave, wise-cracking good guys, no humorless, drug-addled bad guys. The story I want to tell you is all about how I learned to sleep at night, to close my eyes without seeing cold places and dead eyes... how I dragged whatever was left of me up out of the dark,...