✍ Scribed by Hunter, James
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The year is 1998. Yancy Lazarus�bluesman, gambler, mage, and professional fix-it man�has been working for the Guild of the Staff for over twenty-five years. Handling ugly problems no one else wants to touch. Mostly by breaking things, blowing �em up, or otherwise meting out Guild-sanctioned justice, Rambo-style. His next assignment will be his last. A Guild operative, with a headful of dangerous secrets, has gone missing inside the court of the High Tuatha De Danann: ye olde Irish gods of badassery. Yancy�along with fellow wet-works man James Sullivan and Judge Ailia Levchenko�is dispatched to retrieve the missing operative or, barring that, make the perpetrators behind the operative�s disappearance pay a steep, bloody price for crossing the Guild. But with pissed-off godlings gunning for him on every side, a little kidnapping might be the least of Yancy�s worries. The Guild investigators are gonna have to navigate the murky waters of court politics, ferret out a traitor, and devise a way to put the kibosh on an inter-dimensional invasion if they want to avoid being murdered horribly. And even if they do get to the bottom of the diabolical mystery, nothing will ever be the same, because one of their number isn�t coming home �
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Overview: The year is 1998.
The year is 1998. Yancy Lazarus�bluesman, gambler, mage, and professional fix-it man�has been working for the Guild of the Staff for over twenty-five years. Handling ugly problems no one else wants to touch. Mostly by breaking things, blowing �em up, or otherwise meting out Guild-sanctioned justice,
The year is 1998. Yancy Lazarus�bluesman, gambler, mage, and professional fix-it man�has been working for the Guild of the Staff for over twenty-five years. Handling ugly problems no one else wants to touch. Mostly by breaking things, blowing �em up, or otherwise meting out Guild-sanctioned justice,
Yancy Lazarus—mage, bluesman, and demon-souled—is having the worst hangover of his life. He just woke up in a dingy hotel in literal Hell with one eye missing, an arm covered in swirling golden tattoos, and no recollection of the past six months. All he wants is to figure out how he ended up i