Frozen Talons

<p><em> A tale so outlandish it feels real. Prohibition. Grosse Pointe elves. Automotive lords. And the orcs doing their best to make America make sense. A riotous fantasy within a fantasy. Terry Pratchett via Detroit!</em></p><p><em>--Zig Zag Claybourne author of Afro Puffs are the Antennae of the Universe</em></p><p><br></p><p><strong>HOPE EXISTS TO BE CRUSHED</strong></p><p><br></p><p>The tenuous bootlegging alliance between the Tai clan and the human Sanford brought wealth to Uruk-Tai's family. But a treacherous shadow has poisoned booze in the clan's name. Humans have died and other humans blame Uruk the way small men always blame orcs.</p><p><br></p><p>But when an orcish child dies from poison draught and war erupts between clans Uruk finds himself forced into a magic-bound partnership with a clan rival who wants him dead. As the Sun surrenders to the Longest Night Uruk charges through the belly of 1927 Detroit to find a cowardly killer before his own family is destroyed. Is it a lone poisoner? Or have the arrogant elves decided to end their slow feud and destroy Uruk's family?</p><p><br></p><p>An orc endures but endurance is not enough.</p><p><br></p><p>By dawn bodies frozen to the street.</p><p><br></p><p>Perhaps Uruk's children among them.</p>