The Hands of Fate just get tighter and tighter. I’ve never been spread so thin in my life. From the slot canyons of southern Utah battling mythological giants to the northern regions where creatures of nightmare go all King Kong on me, I can’t seem to stay ahead of my charismatic arch nemesis as he captures and kills supernaturals for his twisted ritual. As if the usual suspects aren’t enough—monsters, bloodthirsty vampires, and a super-villain—my obnoxiously sexy and secretive partner ditches me for a trial back in NYC. Tackling everything alone while enduring his radio silence puts me through the darkest time I’ve encountered since a marauding pack of demons killed my first partner. I can manage the chaos and heartache, but where’s a little divine intervention when I need it? The Fates toy with me when it suits them, but when Dred Dixon needs a guidebook, the goddesses close up shop. And that’s only half the story. Whatever happens, if I can’t determine where the final ritual will be before it happens, the blood of more supernaturals will be on my hands.