Kit Colbana: assassin, thief, investigator extraordinaire. Now broken.
She always expected her past to catch up with her but never like this. Haunted by nightmares and stripped of her identity, she’s retreated to Wolf Haven, the no-man’s land where she found refuge years before. But while she might want to hide away from the rest of the world, the rest of the world isn’t taking the hint.
Dragged kicking and screaming back into life, Kit is thrust head-first into an investigation surrounding the theft of an ancient relic…one that she wants nothing to do with. Her instincts tell her it’s a bad idea to just leave the relic lying about, but finding it might be just as bad.
Forced to face her nightmares, she uncovers hidden strength and comes face to face with one of the world’s original monsters.
If she survives the job, she won’t be the same…and neither will those closest to her.
I knew the weight of a weapon in my hand.
Even at sixteen, broken, battered and bloodied. I knew what it was to hold a weapon and realize that I had to fight or be destroyed.
Those last moments were nothing but a blur, but it was a blur of silver and blade and blood.
I left the guards dead in the snow, taking their packs and fleeing into the night, certain my grandmother would seek me out. And all the while as I ran, the blade had whispered to me. I am here now. I am here…
Reaching out, I touched her hilt and drew her from the sheath and stared at the gleaming, liquid length of silver.
"You're not here now."
If ever there had been a time when I needed her, it had been when I was trapped up on that mountain. Broken, desperate.
But she hadn't answered my call.
And she couldn't come to my hand now, either.
Stroking my fingers down the blade, I closed my eyes…and wished.
Then I turned back to my weapons trunk and went about getting myself ready.
Just what did you take to the party when you were dealing with some ancient, psychotic evil who unleashed holy hell just for the fun of it?