My name is Sam Archer. I run an occult shop, I deal with demons, and I authenticate occult artifacts. Sometimes, I’m not sure which is more dangerous. I live in a world of magic and monsters, but I’m not one of them. I have to survive on my wits, my knowledge of what I’m getting into, and Stacy, a fetish-obsessed demon who likes to ride along in my head making wisecracks, offering advice, and laughing at my pain. I feel like I’m cursed with getting in over my head.
I thought dealing with this pipe would be a simple thing: authenticate it, buy it for my client, call it a day. I didn’t expect my client to get killed or become a suspect in the murder. I didn’t intend to owe one of the scariest people in Minneapolis a favor. Wizards and elves, creatures of Egyptian lore and Russian myth—this is my life. Then again, if life was supposed to be easy, God wouldn’t have created Guinness and cigarettes.Download Now Read Online