'My name's Keith Murphy. I specialise in killing things from the Gloom who deserve a few bullets in the head. I'm not a sorcerer, but I worked for one, a guy named Danny Roark who saw me on a bad path and gave me an alternative. For sixteen years, we'd worked together; a two-man unit, the best of the best. Roark did the magic and I handled the guns.
'We just did a job. It’s gone sour and now I’m running. Running doesn’t bother me. Running's a survival trait. What bothers me is the nine multimeter bullet I swallowed, the one with the soul of my last victim trapped inside it. He was the leader of a cult of bloodthirsty monsters.
'His followers want his soul back and I’m their only lead.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.
