When the ex-wife of Ray Thomas’ sworn enemy hires him to find her daughter, the private detective soon learns there’s more to the illegal implant technology known as Proxy than body-swapping.
Proxy dealer Elijah wants to know who’s trying to kill him, and how it’s connected to a new kind of Proxy that’s hit the streets.
What they each discover on the streets of a near-future London crippled by multiple pandemics has the potential to change the course of civilisation…so long as they can stop the wrong people getting their hands on it first.
When word trickles down that the Rapture is nigh, Pestilence decides he must break free of the Four Horsemen and usher in one last hurrah: the coronavirus.
COVID-19 is no laughing matter and yet, I chose humour to convey my emotions about it.
I’m a zombie-bitten vampire…
I’m trapped on a ship belonging to my worst enemy, the Warwolves. They’re sailing my two humans and I to unknown lands and new terrors. If I don’t drink human blood, I’ll die. If my humans are feasted upon by the Warwolves, they’ll die. If we don’t play nice with the crew, we’ll all die. If none of those things happen, we’ll eventually make landfall and who knows what the Warwolves will do to us then?
So, yeah. We’re screwed.
Escape to the sea.
Terrified of recapture, the outlawed Vampire Rise and his human, Cypriot, must gain passage to their home country in order to find the rest of their coven. But the seaport they must navigate holds enemies old and new…
Capture. Old dreams. New powers.
On the verge of a lifetime of servitude under the evil Warwolves, The Vampire Rise hatches an escape plan.
But when Rise fails to rescue his imprisoned lover, Cypriot—choosing revenge on their cultist captors over escape—Rise must find a new way out before Cypriot succumbs to the Warwolves’ torture.