A city that doesn't believe in magic. Bloodthirsty weredragons. Good thing this reckless playboy has superpowers.

Nate Temple has authority issues. As a reckless playboy living the lifestyle only a billionaire heir could, he easily earns the hatred and envy of everyone in St. Louis - especially the monsters. But that tends to happen when you're also secretly a wizard... and your idea of fun is cow-tipping the reformed Buddhist Minotaur, asking too many questions, and instinctively thumbing your nose at anyone more powerful than you.

Shape-shifting dragons are...

A Wizard, an Angel, and a Horseman of the Apocalypse walk into a bar...

The ancient pact between mankind, Heaven, and Hell has been broken. And this upstart wizard's quest for vengeance may have just kicked off Armageddon. So, time for a drink... or maybe two.

Already plagued with sinister night terrors that could qualify him as a card-carrying psychopathic insomniac, Nate can barely even manage to put his pants on in the morning, let alone pick teams for the Apocalypse.

But when he's framed as a demon sympathizer, condemned by the Armies of Heaven,...