When finance mogul Alistair Finch is found dead in his high-tech penthouse—sitting bolt upright, perfectly peaceful, and completely drained of blood without a single mark on his skin—Detective Kae Rourke knows she is stepping outside the bounds of mundane police work.
Left behind is a single, physics-defying handprint on the glass and a shard of absolute blackness—shadow-forged iron from the Old Court. As Kae and her techno-mage partner Chloe dig deeper, they cross paths with enigmatic antiquarians, secret councils, and immortal entities who rule the gray spaces between our world and ancient myth.
Homicide detective by trade. Dhampir by blood. A sharp blade navigating a world of absolute shadows.
Kae sees the world through a detective's disciplined lens and a hidden heritage she is only beginning to understand. Armed with Kendo discipline, a razor-sharp intellect, and an unshakable code, she stands as the bridge between human law and the ancient, terrifying powers operating in the city's underbelly.
"Humans, when faced with an existential threat, are the most terrifyingly resourceful monsters of all."
Beneath the sterile towers of the financial district lies a city of secrets, ancient laws, and hidden markets.
A sprawling bazaar deep under the city where Fae, shifters, dwarves, and vampires trade in artifacts, secrets, and dangerous favors under fragile neutrality.
A physical paradox from the Old Court that absorbs all light across every spectrum. It is not just a weapon; it is the calling card of a terrifying retrieval.
Enforcers of the highest law who ensure the supernatural remains a fairy tale. Among them, the Gray Shepherds keep the archives of balance and absolute truth.
The penthouse of finance mogul Alistair Finch smelled of two things: expensive leather and cigars. It should have smelled like a slaughterhouse, but that was problem number one.
"I've seen some weird ones, Rourke, but this one takes the cake," Detective Miller mumbled, his hefty frame seeming to take up half the cavernous living room. He nudged his glasses up his nose, squinting at the body reclined in a bespoke armchair. "ME says time of death was around midnight. No forced entry, the security AI is clean, and not a single thing is out of place except, you know..." He gestured vaguely at the victim.
Alistair Finch looked unnervingly peaceful, his hands folded in his lap as if he'd simply drifted off while admiring the city lights twinkling below. The only thing wrong was the color of his skin. It was a waxy, alabaster white. A bloodless pallor that made him look less like a man and more like a marble statue.
Early praise from literary critics and thriller reviewers.
"A masterclass in urban fantasy noir. Kae Rourke is the sharpest, most compelling protagonist to hit the genre in years."
Justin"Austin blends forensic realism with breathtaking supernatural stakes. Absolute page-turner from start to finish."
David"Atmospheric, dark, and utterly gripping. The Veiled Market is a setting you won't soon forget."
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