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Yancy Lazarus is having a bad day, and it's about to get a whole lot worse...

There's a bullet lodged in his butt cheek, his face looks like it got hit by a wrecking ball, and he's been Saran-wrapped to a banquet table. He never should've answered the phone...

When he came to Los Angeles, mage and paranormal fixer Yancy Lazarus thought his main problem would be finding decent ribs, good bourbon, and great blues. Instead, he got roped into solving a series of gangland assassinations. The crime scene stinks of brimstone, and the killer's set to spark a turf war between the otherworldly forces of the city.

And with the number of folks he's pissed off, Yancy's sure to catch the blame. Can he close the case in time, or will he be hexed, burned, and gored into early retirement? The kind of retirement that comes with a toe tag.

From James A. Hunter, bestselling author of Viridian Gate Online , Rogue Dungeon , and Bibliomancer (The Completionist Chronicles Expanded Universe) , comes a shoot-'em-up urban fantasy series you won't want to put down!

"Move over Harry Dresden because there's a new wizard in town. Yancy Lazarus, a chain-smoking, take no prisoners S.O.B. with a heart of gold and a fistful of primal power. A stellar debut novel from James Hunter, the next big name in Urban Fantasy." -Rick Gualtieri, Author of Bill the Vampire (The Tome of Bill)

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Yancy Lazarus is having a bad day: there’s a bullet lodged in his butt cheek, his face looks like the site of a demolition derby, and he’s been saran-wrapped to a banquet table. He never should have answered the phone. Stupid bleeding heart—helping others in his circles is a good way to get dead. Just ask the gang members ripped to pieces by some kind of demonic nightmare in LA. As a favor to a friend, Yancy agrees to take a little looksee into the massacre and boom, he’s stuck in a turf war between two rival gangs, which both think he’s pinch-hitting for the other side. Oh, and there’s also a secretive ass-hat with some mean ol’ magical chops and a small army of hyena-faced, body- snatching baddies. It might be time to seriously reconsider some of his life choices. Yancy is a bluesman, a rambler, a gambler, but not much more. Sure, he can do a little magic—maybe even more than just a little magic—but he knows enough to keep his head down and stay clear of freaky-deaky hoodoo like this business in LA. Somehow though, he’s been set up to take a real bad fall—the kind of very permanent fall that leaves a guy with a toe tag. Unless, of course, he can find out who is responsible for the gangland murders, make peace in the midst of the gang feud, and take out said magical ass-hat before he hexes Yancy into an early retirement. Easy right? Stupid. Bleeding. Heart.