Angol
THE SAINT'S LEASH
He was raised to hunt monsters in God's name. He just found out he is one.
Levi Morrow has spent his entire adult life doing the Vatican's oldest and darkest work. Hunting vampires, exorcising demons, and putting down the things that live in the space between what people believe and what actually hunts them at night. He has broken bones, buried names, and never once let himself ask why he was so good at finding what refused to be found.
Then he steals a file that was never meant to leave Rome, and everything he thought he knew about his own life comes apart in his hands.
His mother was not the ordinary woman he remembers. She was angelic and she loved a vampire lord older than the Church itself. Levi is the living result of a union both sides of an ancient war swore was impossible: a child who is neither hunter nor hunted, but something the world was never built to hold. A key. The only one who can close the the last remaining seam between the human world and everything the Church has spent a thousand years hiding beneath it.
The Vatican did not raise him out of mercy. They raised him because a key left unused is worthless, and a key that knows what it is becomes dangerous.
Now, with a centuries-old demon who has her own reasons for wanting the truth, a fiercely protective keeper of the world's oldest secrets, and a father he never knew existed waiting on the other side of everything he was trained to destroy, Levi has to find out what his mother died protecting, before the people who killed her finish what they started.
And before he decides, on his own terms, whether the door should ever be opened at all.
THE SAINT'S LEASH is a dark urban fantasy about the lies institutions tell to keep their weapons obedient, and about a woman who chose love over safety and paid for it with her life, leaving her son an inheritance far stranger, and far more dangerous, than either side of his blood ever anticipated.
For readers who want their urban fantasy dark, their bloodlines complicated, and their endings honest. Every choice costs something. No one is entirely clean. And the line between monster and hero was never as solid as either side wanted to believe. T.W.
