Vampires, Werewolves, Witches and Gods—Then me. I’m thrust between the fantastical, the cunning and the deadly. Why? Why have I been roped into an immortal war between the monsters that go bump in the night? Yes. I wanted to enter my dirty-thirties in a whoring, almost humorously twisted way, but this was not what I had in mind. This is more than I bargained for. He's more. The strong tattooed man, with a lilting accent turns my insides to a puddle of mush. He's everything I ever wanted. He's Godlike. When an all out war begins and I'm in the centre of it, can I avoid it and return to my normal life? Can I run away to save myself heartache and pain? Or is my fate sealed within the amber?