“The dead never bothered me. That honor was reserved for the living.”
I thought I was human. Apparently, I was wrong.
I didn’t even know there were non-humans. Others, they’re called. Fairies, vampires, even the bogeyman — they’re all real. At least, that’s what the werewolf told me when I saved her from the cops.
Did I mention that I saved a werewolf? And those weren’t just cops trying to kill her — they’re a deadly cult with the sole purpose of capturing and exterminating Others. Especially me.
My name is Gideon Black, and I’m not human. I am the DeathSpeaker.
And I am so screwed.