Get it before it goes up to regular price on March 11th! My name isn't Callum Coldwell but, for your own sake, you should probably call me that They say someone is murdered every minute...and I’m the reason why. When I killed my brother, the Big Guy burned a mark into my skin and set me to wandering until the end of time. That was a while ago, and I think I’ve used my forever pretty well. Bagged a few women, saved a few lives, and gotten myself into and out of more trouble than I care to remember. But something’s happening now. Evil forces are circling the wagons, and something sinister is getting ready to make a play for the big time. And, of course, it has me in its crosshairs. When I said I wasn’t my brother’s keeper, I had no idea how wrong I was. By now you've probably figured out my name. But don’t say it. Bad things happen when people say my name.

My name isn’t Callum Coldwell, but that should really be the least of your concerns. Turns out the world is ending and- just like with the beginning of this spinning blue rock- yours truly is getting a front row seat to the action. As if that wasn’t enough, I know the identity of the little girl who’ll soon be responsible for the End of Days, and she happens to be the daughter of the woman I’m sweet on. So, with all this going on, you’d think a disembodied voice directing people to come after me would be small potatoes. You’d be wrong though, because it’s just the warning shot of a war I had no idea was going on. A demon from my past is rearing his head, pulling on memories I didn’t know I had, and setting up an assault that I’ll never see coming. Now is not a great time for my dearly departed brother to suddenly stop speaking to me or for a band of gypsies bent on vengeance for a crime I didn’t even commit to come looking for blood, but both those things have happened. The world is at stake, evil forces are circling the wagons and, by the end of it, I might find I’m not the only person in all of this who’s been cursed.

My name isn't Callum Coldwell, and I'm on my last nerve With the fate of the world placed squarely on my shoulders and the daughter of the woman I love hunted by a group of gypsies who want to make her their queen, I didn't things could get any worse. Of course, that was before my brother came back. That's right. It's family reunion time. With Abel mysteriously risen from the dead, my slaughtered sibling wastes no time in letting me know how he feels about me. There's nothing like a couple bullets to the chest to really get your point across. But what does he want, how is he hear, and why is my soul suddenly being sucked into the afterlife every time I suffer fatal injuries? My resident witch seems to think it's related to one of the sins of my past. So we go on a trek to make right the worst things I did wrong in order to free me of this new fold in the curse and save Merry's daughter and the world at large. But lists can be long, and my list of mistakes is downright biblical. The clocks ticking for me and the world. And when I find out what my brother is really up to, I might just have to kill him all over again.