Old Ones have appeared in the city, Sheena is still healing, Olympian gods and goddesses are thrown into the mix, and the baby needs a name. That’s when Fate appears, bringing with him Pukey the cat. His daughter’s cat. It always has been, and always will be her cat. Is there such a thing as a cat god? Did Lovecraft have it right? Are we doomed?
Warped urban fantasy.
Ian Duncan. Millionaire. He owns a brew pub and a restaurant. He's also Earth's paladin. A man with a named sword, magical powers, and a little voice in his head only he can hear.
Beneath the deepest roots of Des Moines, Iowa, there exists a city of the dead and damned. In this necropolis is a child yet to be born. This child's blood, once shed, will open the gates of Hell.