Spirit Animals (Ritual Crime Unit Book 3) (37 page)

It’s not unusual to work two jobs in this day and age, but sorcerer and former triad soldier Rupert Wong’s life is more complicated than most. By day, he makes human hors d’oeuvres for a dynasty of ghouls; by night, he pushes pencils for the Ten Chinese Hells. Of course, it never seems to be enough to buy him a new car—or his restless, flesh-eating-ghost girlfriend passage from the reincarnation cycle—until opportunity comes smashing through his window.

In Kuala Lumpur, where deities from a handful of major faiths tip-toe around each other and damned souls number in the millions, it’s important to tread carefully. Now the Dragon King of the South wants to throw Rupert right in it. The ocean god’s daughter and her once-mortal husband have been murdered, leaving a single clue: bloodied feathers from the Greek furies. It’s a clue that could start a war between pantheons, and Rupert’s stuck in the middle. Success promises wealth, power and freedom, and failure... doesn’t.

“There’s a lot of laughs and imagery that lives and breathes and sells the monsters, the ghosts and gods and demigods, the violence and the shit and the absolute craziness that Rupert meets with an even gaze and a nervous chuckle. A compelling world, a rich cast of characters, and a complex plot; I can only hope there is much more to come.”

Quick Sip Reviews

“If the novella were only about Rupert flailing against the momentum of war, trying to save what he can – which mostly means his own skin – it would be an entertaining tale worth checking out. But this story does something a bit more than that, something subversive and subtle... In accepting the belief that Rupert is doing the only thing he can, the reader becomes a part of the corruption that makes victims of everyone.
Rupert Wong, Cannibal Chef
is fun and funny and charming, but it is also subversive as hell and exquisitely pointed.”

Nerds of a Feather

“
Rupert Wong, Cannibal Chef
is one of those books that you have to pick up when you find it, if only just to see whether or not the title is screwing with you. Bottom line: if you can handle the profanity and grotesque content, you just may find this one to your liking...”

Manhattan Book Review

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Louie “Fitz” Fitzsimmons is getting out of the drugs business. It was never what you might call a career, anyway; he’s got problems – strange, violent, vivid hallucinations that have plagued him since he was a kid – and what with one thing and another, this is where he’s ended up. So he’s been cooking Hollywood gangster Blake Kaplan’s books, and putting a little aside for a rainy day – fifteen million, give or take – and he figures it’s time to cut and run. Until a vision hits at the worst possible moment, and now he’s in hospital and looking at a stretch in County on a possession charge.

Then a Lithuanian goddess of the hunt murders her way into the hospital, and Fitz ends up on the run from a pissed-off angel, and there’s new gods – gods of business and the internet – hunting him down, and what started as a bad day gets a whole lot worse. Because Fitz is a Chronicler, a prophet – a modern Moses or Hesiod – with the power to make, or break, the gods themselves...

‘A head-shakingly perfect blend of deadpan wit, startling profanity, desperate improvisation and inventive brilliance’

Kirkus Reviews
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‘Blackmoore is taking urban fantasy in all new directions and setting fire to its cherished tropes’

SF Revu