​"I don't sell hope, I sell whiskey. But on Christmas Eve? You’re lucky I’m even selling that."

​Meet Remy Petrova, the green-eyed, sharp-tongued anchor of The Rusty Mug. A former fixer who swapped the city's grey...

A ten-thousand-year-old commander with wings of smoke and eyes like twilight, Lord Bael stands alone in the winter chill, his muscular frame heavy with the secrets of a mortal life long lost. Bound to the God of Night a...