Merlin’s Mantle
The veil is thin, the darkness bleeds. And we’re the only ones between it and our city.
My wife, Emilie, and I are more than detectives. Were more than druids.
We’re the last wall against the rising tide of chaos. Magic, once accessible only to a few, now bleeds like a gushing wound, spewing creatures of myth and nightmare into our world.
These monsters aren’t here to play. They leave a trail of bodies, hunting for one specific target: the boy living under our roof – Mer... [Read More...]