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“The first victim was found near the waterline by a child from Teduria.”
It started with one body, and soon became four. No connection, other than the strange field that keeps their bodies from decaying. As if that wasn’t mystery enough, an ancient sentient language appears near the latest corpse. Vikenti’s the magical cop assigned this case and he isn’t pleased. Experts are baffled and he’s impatient. He wants this case solved, because it’s looking more and more likely there’s a serial killer at large targeting both the magical and non-magical communities. He isn’t the only one having problems. Sloane wants answers for the nightmare that ruined her life over a decade ago, turning her into an outcast in her own city. Fawkes and Corrin want to know more of who they are, Keiran wants clarity, and Besin wants to know why his beloved language has resurfaced after all these years. Ven and Enria want to find their lost family, Jade wants justice, and Harper wants to forget. Meanwhile, twin brothers Cypress and Hunter are on the run from everyone just for being born. Everyone has a story. Everyone has a past. Everyone has darkness that can find them, and everyone will learn so much more than they expected about themselves, about the world, about life itself. It started with one body, but the story that body tells is so much more than a simple murder.
Cypress felt a buzzing in his fingertips and down to his toes; a need for something deep inside he couldn’t fulfill, couldn’t name, couldn’t ignore but wanted to so fucking bad. He became way too aware he was an Unconscionable standing outside IEHQ. Standing in fucking Irridian, where everyone was a souls-damned threat.
What had previously been oblivious civilians around him now felt like Watchdogs with every step; monitoring his every move, his every expression, every hair on his fucking head.
They know, his paranoia told him. They know and Hunter will be hurt again.
He fucking hated every fucking person in existence. He loathed them for being born how they were born. For thinking themselves better than others. For the fucking genocide of his people and the fact that no matter where he went in this world, he would never be safe.
Fuck them and fuck the Dogs and fuck the Mystic and fuck fucking Irridian.
His hands shook at his sides; the rage built in him when he wasn’t looking again, a predator rising at any glimpse of vulnerability. Filling him with the fury and hatred of every Defiler killed before him; with every time he was nearly killed as well.
Not one of these people deserved to live.
“What’s that?” Fawkes eyed the box from various directions. “Is it heavy? What’s inside?”
“You don’t need to know that.”
“Is it dangerous?”
Vikenti scoffed. “Would I be walking around with it casually if it was?”
“Maybe?” Fawkes offered, and Vikenti rolled his eyes.
Sloane crossed her arms. “What’s your deal today?”
“Yeah, what’s your deal?” Fawkes echoed.
“You’re like those birds that won’t shut up outside my window and wake me every morning,” Vikenti groused.
“If you’d answer a question right away instead of arguing we wouldn’t keep pushing anything.”
“We’d just take the answer and be good,” Fawkes agreed.
“It’s ‘cause you won’t tell us anything that we keep asking.”
“Because we’re curious.”
“Yeah, and your curiosity gets both of you in trouble plenty of times, and I have to deal with the consequences.” Vikenti adjusted his hold on the box, bringing it in front of him where he held it closer to his chest. “So forgive me for not wanting to feed into that bad habit.”
“Unforgiven,” Fawkes announced.
In a post-apocalyptic future, the Agency works behind the scenes to take down opposition groups that threaten the current government. Their goals justify all means, even when it comes to their own agents. Sin is the Agency’s most efficient killer. His fighting skills and talent at assassination have led to him being described as a living weapon. However, he is also known to go off on unauthorized killing sprees, and his assigned partners have all wound up dead. Boyd is not afraid to die. When his mother, a high-ranking Agency official, volunteers him to be Sin’s newest partner, he does not refuse. In fact, his life has been such an endless cycle of apathy and despair that he’d welcome death.
In the newly revised Director’s Cut of Evenfall, the first volume follows these two cast-offs as they go from strangers to partners who can only rely on each other while avoiding death, imprisonment, and dehumanization by the Agency that employs them.
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