Publisher's Synopsis
"You vill meet a dahk dangerrous sttrrangah..." Aurora predicted at the Mardi Gras ball, and as if someone left their Swords of War videogame on "share" in a parallel universe, he walked in. Conor de Sept Flambe´, the Dark Knight they'd dubbed him, with his dark gleaming muscles, the distinctive leathery tattoos across his shoulders, armored boots and magnificent flashing swords.
Sheriff Jack Lang knows something's afoot with Conor's appearance in Destiny. Crazies are coming out of the woodwork, Paramortals are losing their abilities, and dispositions going AWOL, Jack wants to know who will be left standing beside him when the Para-moon begins. If Flambe´ is what Jack thinks he is, the good guys might have a chance. If not, they'll be in deep... trouble.
Where's an F-18 when you need one?
