Ride shotgun with a “James Bond–of-the-supernatural”* as the Secret Histories Novels take you careening through an alternate London where around every corner a new kind of danger awaits.... My name is Eddie Drood, aka Shaman Bond, the very secret agent. And I am a dead man walking. I’ve been poisoned by Dr. DOA. There is no cure, no treatment, no chance of a last-minute miracle. So all that is left to me and my love, Molly Metcalf, is to track down my killer and stop him before he can murder anyone else. So whether that means fighting a secret army on another world; or searching for a forgotten weapon in the Museum of Unattached Oddities; or facing off against Grendel Rex, the Unforgiven God, in the hidden heart of the Moon, for the terrible secret that is Moonbreaker...I will do whatever it takes, while I still can. Because the game isn’t over till I say it’s over—and I still have one last card to play. *SFRevu "A gripping, hilarious and fascinating action/adventure...classic and gritty and thoroughly enjoyable with all the quirks that make the Droods…Droods"—That's What I'm Talking About "The combination of humor, surprises, and craziness lured me in...high action fun."—The Jeep Diva Praise for the Secret Histories Novels Dr. DOA “[Green] continues to amaze with his mix of contemporary London and the paranormal London that resides just outside of normal human perspective.”— RT Book Reviews From a Drood to a Kill “I love going on adventures with Eddie Drood....Simon R. Green takes the superhero/spy tropes and turns them upside down.”—Fresh Fiction Property of a Lady Faire “Tons of plot, nonstop semicomic action, and further revelations about the entire Drood brood and their mysterious mission—what’s not to enjoy?”— Kirkus Reviews Casino Infernale “A dynamite new entry in this rollicking adventure series, with its James Bond–of-the-supernatural style.”—SFRevu Live and Let Drood “Simon R. Green has done it again....Fantastic!”—Crooked Reviews For Heaven’s Eyes Only “Clever world building, madcap characters, cheeky one-liners, and a James Bond feel.”— Publishers Weekly From Hell with Love “A ripping good yarn.”—The Green Man Review The Spy Who Haunted Me “Green’s Drood books are fun, funny, and action-packed, and Eddie is one of his most entertaining creations.”— Booklist Daemons Are Forever “A rapid-fire paranormal suspense.”—Monsters and Critics The Man with the Golden Torc “A hard-boiled, fast-talking, druidic James Bond who wields ancient magic instead of a gun...a witty fantasy adventure.”— Library Journal Simon R. Green is a New York Times bestselling author. He lives in England. CHAPTER ONE When Your Back's against the Wall, When Everything Looks Lost, Find Someone to Take It Out On It wasn't my family's Armoury, but it looked enough like the one I knew to send a chill down my spine. The same long series of stone cellars, with colour-coded wiring tacked haphazardly to the walls. But here the workstations were abandoned, the firing ranges were empty, and wreckage and rubble lay everywhere. The Armourer and his white-coated lab assistants, who should have been running wild with out-of-control experiments and weapons that endangered the lives of everyone around them, were gone-long gone. Slaughtered by the Droods' many enemies, after my other self shut down the Hall's protections and sabotaged its defences. The Armoury was still and silent now, its many wonders trashed or looted. Like some ancient burial chamber despoiled by grave-robbers who could never hope to appreciate the treasures they carried away or left trampled underfoot. The only sounds disturbing the graveyard quiet came from Molly. Her language started out bad and quickly escalated, as she swept her hands back and forth through the empty space where the dimensional gateway had been just a few moments before. She was trying to find some trace of it with her magics, so she could call it back and force it open, but she wasn't getting anywhere. "Molly," I said thoughtfully. "What? I'm busy!" "Look what's back." She turned around, and there was Alpha Red Alpha, towering over us. The great dimensional engine itself. Molly glared at it. "That wasn't there a moment ago." "I know." "So what was it doing? Hiding from us?" I shrugged. "That's Alpha Red Alpha for you." I looked carefully at the massive and never fully understood mechanism, designed to be the Droods' last line of defence. So that if the Hall ever found itself faced with a threat that couldn't be stopped, the engine would translate the whole building into another dimension, another earth, where it could safely remain until the threat was over and the Hall could be brought back again. Either the family here never got a chance to use it, or Edmund did something to it. Alpha Red Alpha: a gigantic hour-glass shape immersed inside a frozen waterfall of gleaming crystal, shot through with sprawling circuits, like ragged veins. It was