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San Francisco PD is in on it. The paramedics are in on it. The Satanists are in on it. A demon who might just be the Devil is at the top of it. And there is only one man who has a hope in hell of getting to the bottom of it. The catch? There is only one way to get on the inside of this conspiracy. Die.

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The stakes just went up and the case just got personal.

Hunter finds himself pacified in the quaint and cozy village of San Ragita, living with Avril, the love of his life, and her charming daughter Jenny. But all too soon it becomes apparent that San Ragita has another purpose that is anything but cozy or quaint.

His quest to discover the truth pushes him deeply into a shadow reality where occult phenomena and everyday occurrences are indistinguishable; what the ancient’s called Chapel Perilous.

Here, Hunter finds that his own existence is tied intimately with those who are made Incorruptible.

Now, without his crew and facing his own extinction, Hunter must piece together a slippery trail of clues to discover who or what is behind an insidious black magick conspiracy that threatens to enslave the human race.

My cases aren’t like normal cases. I find the secrets the occult world is likely to kill you for. Quit half way and you step into oblivion, misjudge and you might lose your mind. Paranoia is an occupational hazard. They say all roads lead to Rome and, in this case, so do all my clues. Nestled deep within the Vatican clergy—guarded by something with more tricks than Harry Houdini and possessing the moral conscience of a snake—are the answers I’ve been looking for, so long as I am willing to trade my soul. It’s one thing to know when the antichrist has come, it’s a whole other kind of crazy when he says he’s your brother.

A new Thomas Hunter adventure.

The world has changed. The Rise of the Sirius star is showering Earth in a surfeit of occult radiation, giving birth to a host of new phenomena, not the least of which is a novel strain of vampire. The Old-World Therians are in danger of extinction and a new species of bloodsucker is on the rise, and they’re not interested in merely sipping blood like a fine wine.

It was business-almost-as-usual with Hunter exterminating the regular occult creepy crawlies, and the occasional wayward vamp that just had to get in his way, when a certain blondie showed up on his doorstep.

Morgan was sent by Hunter's old friend, Dax, and Hunter wasn't exactly thrilled because in addition to manifesting as Rat Therian, his new guest had one hell of a secret that could threaten a whole lot more than basic sanity. In fact, it just might bring the house down on all of their heads because Morgan had gotten herself in trouble with the vamps known as the Dark Ones who were not only poised to take over the local vampire scene, but the whole damn world.

From there it didn't take more than a few rounds loaded into the semi-auto, and his finding of a certain alchemical trinket that might be more important than the Holy Grail, for Hunter to realize they were all in Sirius trouble.

It's not only Tenebrosorum vamps that are after Hunter, or an assassin from another plane, or the SF PD, but also San Francisco’s ruling pack of werewolves.

Why? Because they all think he knows the whereabout of the key. He doesn't even know what he had for lunch with all that amnesia caused by the body swapping.

Add to that bouts of phantom pain, a keen taste for alcohol and a broken heart and he's going to have one hell of a time staving off the end of the world.

Or, perhaps, causing it.

Lately, two corpses have shown up in the San Francisco morgue. They have something unique about them: they don't decompose. The Vatican claimed them as holy relics, but alive, these stiffs were no more Catholic than Crowley.

I wasn't the first choice for the case, but I might be the best. See, I find what the cops and private dicks miss, but I have to do it my way.

I am Thomas Hunter, and nothing is what it seems.