ENJOY

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Bailey:

This house is the Nostromo from Alien. The kid you rescued is Kane – the original host. I’m Ripley at the airlock refusing to let anyone in. You, Wisdom, are the android Ash who overrides Ripley and pretty much gets everyone killed.

Wisdom:

You give these pep talks to your students?

RUN BOY RUN

A CLAN DELPHAE CASE

Proving that privilege is everything, the bored-with-the-pandemic residents of a Point Grey cul-de-sac happen upon an ancient demonic totem and decide a cult will be a fun little group-hang. Neighborhood watch is so last century. Only the group activities are blood-letting, carving ancient symbols into bodies, and keeping a close eye on the full moon. But at least there’s an app for that.

As resident cult expert for the equivalent of Amnesty Supernatural, the Clan Delphae, Dylan Taylor is not everyone’s cup of tea. He’s inappropriate, irreverent, and insanely smart. All of which gets under the skin of Wisdom: resident road warrior and former prophecy boy.

Teaming up with Wisdom, a final girl, and a werewolf-turned-high-school-teacher, Dylan finds this case will challenge him more than he expected. Challenges that may break him, potentially lose the love of his life, and make him face his own worst demon: himself.

As the bodies mount and blood continues to spill, Dylan will have to stop running from himself to end this cult-de-sac.

Note: this book is a standalone story within from the McLachlan universe.

Run Boy Run

McLachlan:

You know how prickly I get when it comes to the Cult and Mammon.

Matteo:

**No, I know how much of a prick you can get when it comes to the Cult and Mammon.**

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Daniel:

You sir! Have some cajones!

McLAchlan:

It's the pants. They felt snug when I bought them.

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Meet McLachlan

Life used to be a lot less...demony. I had normal. Mom, Dad, occult-worshipping uncle. Oh, right...that's not so normal, is it? When I was nine things got pretty messed up. See my uncle and his cult goons kidnapped me to be their demon onesie. Total dick move. For 4 minutes and 12 seconds I was possessed. Legit horns out the forehead, flaming hoofs possessed. Then I was unpossessed.

Not that things went back to normal. Oh nonono. No, see my parents were killed in the process and I ended up stained by the demon. Which sucks. A lot. Sleeping patterns out of whack, I gotta live in a church and oh yeah, if I'm around other supernaturals – ya know, vampires, witches and werewolves - oh my! – I kinda ape their bad bits.

Sure I get this sounds like I'm being all cavalier about some pretty dark stuff but...thing is it's who I am. I gotta own this, warts and all. Not that I have warts. I don't. Not sure why I brought them up.

Now I kinda live among the supernaturals. Sort their crap out when they're too proud to do it themselves. Fight alongside them. Step in when things are getting a little end-of-the-worldy.

Thing is I would like a little 'normal' in my life. A little regular. A little...average. Just worry that dragging someone normal into this life might stain them as well.