One final stand. One last chance. The guardians are my last hope against my fight with Azrael. I must dig deep to prove I’m up for the challenge. But my trainer doesn’t make it easy. In fact, he’s brutal. To make matters worse, Lucifer is up to his tricks again. While the future of the world is at stake, Lucifer reveals what he truly wants. To save billions of souls on Earth, I must give him what he desires, but it will come at a steep price. Between Azrael and Lucifer, my hands are full. Add in one grumpy trainer and two warring brothers, and life just got complicated. You won’t want to miss Grim Gone.

When all is lost, keep searching. Riley is on the hunt for the mortal blade and a way to break the claim. But in her quest, Lucifer strikes up a deal that Riley wants to refuse. When Lucifer puts Ranger’s soul up for grabs, refusing becomes difficult. Lucifer’s stakes are steep, and Riley will have to risk everything. With Azrael becoming more unhinged by the minute and Lucifer playing games, Riley can’t afford to screw up. You won’t want to miss Grim Lost!

The night was long and cold as it was the 11th month on the 12th day of 1803 when a woman by the name April Lee Smith was giving birth. There was a scream that could be heard across town, a man named Paul Reaper stood right by her side and held Aprils hand tight as April screamed from giving birth in the one room run down shack of a home where they have been living for the past two years. The town doctor was a man by the name Frank Smith was Aprils brother that was delivering Aprils baby. It was a happy time for April and Paul for this is their first child together. Paul was a black smith here in Shady Oaks, the town was sure not getting any rest on this night. No sir not one second of rest, but it was a day that will never be forgotten here in Shady Oaks.

The Divine Comedy meets The Dark Tower as a hellish new attraction arrives at a smalltown carnival in this tale of horror inspired by Norse & Viking folklore. Old Grim—or Grimnir—comes from a time long before even Christianity had been born. Through all these years his kin have slowly faded into memory, and even the gods which once sat with him in his halls are now lost. His last hope was to spend his remaining years creating a world all of his own. The world of Altheim. Yet there is something missing. An ancient prophecy in which blood of his own line must rule, lest Altheim descend into chaos—the ripples of which will bring about the Twilight of the Gods themselves . . . The carnival comes every year, but in 1929, it brought something new. Beatrix finds that the price of admission, having your fortune told, may be too high of a price . . .