Fallen Saints
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I thought I’d enjoy seeing the straitlaced Detective Sullivan brought down a peg or two. But now I just feel sorry for the guy. He’s had to swallow some harsh truths lately—like that his old-fashioned law-and-order attitude doesn’t cut it against demons. He’s not taking it well. These days, he looks as worn out and used up as I feel. He doesn’t even iron his slacks anymore, which may as well be a sign of the apocalypse.
Plus, he keeps knocking on my door with bogus tips about demonic activity. I’ve got enough on my plate as it is, and most of it I can’t do with a cop looking over my shoulder.
When he warned me the cops behind a teen anti-drug program are actually demons in human skin, I rolled my eyes and sent him on his way. But it turns out he might not be crying wolf this time. Because some guy with a fancy suit and a government business card just walked into my office, wanting to hire me to shut Sullivan up—by any means necessary. And he’s made it clear “just say no” isn’t an option.
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Cruelty, selfishness, greed… this world is full of darkness. But light still exists, caged but undimmed, an unquenchable spark at the core of the human heart. And that spark is worth fighting for.
Some people are still willing to fight. Bloodied and broken, they rise undaunted from every defeat to fight for justice and compassion in a world that has none. But before they can drive back the world’s darkness, they’ll need to confront the darkness in their own souls.
These are the heroes at the heart of Z.J. Cannon’s work, which blends page-turning suspense with high-stakes drama to create stories about flawed and often deeply damaged people fighting against overwhelming odds to do what’s right.
