The Godsverse Chronicles

The docks in San Pedro had one thing going for them—it was easy to keep everything in front of you and avoid being ambushed from behind if you planned it right.

Orcs smelled like moldy cheese. Even if I couldn’t see under their thinly-veiled illusion charms to their true faces, I would be able to smell them from across a room because they reeked of cheese.

She held my hand the whole way to the car, gripping it so tightly, she must have feared letting go and having me run off again. She had nothing to worry about, though.

I followed the wall around the palace until I came to the front entrance. An evil-eyed woman came out from behind the gate.

Alexi didn’t fly me all the way to Cairo, but together we made it to Turkey, where I forced Ollie to wire him another ten thousand dollars for the ride.

In that second of hesitation, I pulled the drawer I had been looking through fully out of the cabinet and slammed it across his face, sending him flying into another one and smashing to the ground.

The drive from Berlin to Moscow was a little bit shorter than traveling from Los Angeles to Oklahoma City and twice as boring, which was saying something.

Getting through the Iron Curtain wasn’t easy, even for somebody who knew Russian and could shapeshift into any form they wanted.

Demons were notoriously hard to corner alone, as they were both incredibly strong and infinitely cagey. The most powerful demons in Hell stayed that way through conniving, back-stabbing, and deception

I hated it when Ollie called me because it always meant a big job that took me away from home for long stretches. She was a good client, but she was all business and refused to take no for an answer.