![]() WELCOME TO THE APOCALYPSE In Deuce’s world, people earn the right to a name only if they survive their first fifteen years. The Montoyas use warlocks, shamans, voodoo priests–anything to terminate trouble. This time, he carries a warning for Corine: the Montoya cartel is coming for her–but they don’t just pack automatic weapons. Heavily muscled and tattooed, Kel looks like a convict but calls himself a holy warrior. Then former ally Kel Ferguson walks through her door. Now back in Mexico, she’s running her pawnshop and trying to get a handle on her strange new powers, for she might need them. ![]() But her own future concerns her more and more. Whenever Corine Solomon touches an object, she immediately knows its history. Sure, there were certain challenges, like a drug lord who wanted me dead, and the fact that I owed a demon a debt that he could call due at any moment. Not when I was finally comfortable in my own skin. ![]() ![]() I’d spent my whole life settling, trying not to attract attention, and generally doing whatever it took to keep other people happy. ![]()
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