The author of Premonitions continues his Arcane Underworld saga… Anna Ruiz is on a mission: Help her friend and partner-in-crime, Karyn Ames, break free of the tangle of hallucinations and premonitions that have cut her off from reality. With the aid of her crew—ex-soldier Nail and sorcerer Genevieve—she’ll do whatever it takes to get Karyn help, even if it means tracking down every lowlife informant and back alley magic practitioner in the occult underworld of Los Angeles. But since a magical heist went to hell, the crew has been working for crimelord and doomed magus Enoch Sobell. Between fighting Sobell’s battles with some seriously scary demonic forces and tangling with a group of violent fanatics who want to manipulate Karyn’s abilities for their own gains, Anna, Nail, and Genevieve are beginning to realize they’re in way over their heads. And now that Karyn’s secret about seeing the future is out, even more unpleasant parties—human and otherwise—are about to come knocking…
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Jamie Schultz
There’s this great bit in Le Petit Prince where the narrator is talking about how grownups never focus on the important stuff, basically drawing a distinction between the dry facts of the matter (“That house cost one hundred thousand francs!”) and the really important stuff (“There are flowers in the windows and birds on the roof!”). You should probably just go look it up, because Antoine de Saint-Exupéry says it way better than I can. And if you haven’t read the book already, go do that, then come back here. Anyway, with that in mind, there’s a couple of categories of stuff to say here. First, the “one hundred thousand francs” stuff: I grew up on the frozen Arctic tundra of Wisconsin. Now I live in Dallas. Like the official bio says, I got a couple engineering degrees, because I thought I’d be an engineer when I grew up. Turns out Lennon was right, though—life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. I’m 5’10”, or at least that’s what it says on my driver’s license. I look like this, sort of:
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