Whiskey and Ink

<p><strong>The hunt is on: who is the predator; who is the prey?</strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Convents crossbows and creeps</span>-<span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>all in a day's work when it comes to hunting damned souls. Quick-witted and always on the go Fia Drake's whole life has revolved around independence.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Now that independence is being threatened. First it was a fiery phoenix breaking through her window. Now it's a shimmering winged being beckoning her back to the community she left in her teens. Worse yet she is asked to become a mentor to a new generation of soul hunters.</span></p><p>If it were up to her she would just skip town.</p><p>Unfortunately two complications prevent her from leaving:</p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Complication #1: A message from the tarot reveals someone close is plotting against her and the best way to uncover a traitor is to stand by their side.</span></p><p>Complication #2: The drummer in her bed isn't going away. Max Hawkins her unrelenting knight in scuffed sneakers refuses to let her fight alone.</p><p><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>With a shot of liquid courage and a blessed tattoo can Fia work out who's hunting her</span>-<span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>or will it all end in flames?</span></p>