The forces of darkness take no prisoners. Neither do I. Coincidence?
I’m Dred Dixon (call me Mildred, my real name, and find out what happens. I dare you). My marching orders are to protect the hidden world at all costs. That’s fancy-talk for “Neutralize the baddies.” I’m murderously good at my job.
But now the Fates are meddling. They want me to stop killing so much. What am I supposed to do? Reason with monsters? Talk down demons? They may as well start digging my grave now.
The Fates always make things worse. I think I’ll ignore them. Damned if I do. Damned if I don’t.