A sardonic urban fantasy of blood, banter, and very bad decisions.
Vincent Lupo is a jaded, wine-soaked immortal just trying to finish writing his latest smutty novel and avoid the people he’s wronged—magical or otherwise.
Then a severed head turns up in his fridge, branded with an invocation sigil and whispering lines from a play he wrote a century ago. A play the wrong people believe is prophecy.
Now Vincent’s neck-deep in death cults, cursed scripts, and a once-devoted mortal aide who’s now a cult leader hellbent on crafting his own narrative—and casting Vincent as the unwilling Bloodbard at centre stage. Read book 1 of The Fang & Loathing Trilogy: Destiny Can Bite Me