From the New York Times bestselling author of The Iron Druid Chronicles comes book two of an “action-packed, enchantingly fun” ( Booklist ) spin-off series, as an eccentric master of rare magic solves a supernatural mystery Down Under! There’s only one Al MacBharrais: Though other Scotsmen may have dramatic mustaches and a taste for fancy cocktails, Al also has a unique talent. He’s a master of ink and sigil magic. In his gifted hands, paper and pen can work wondrous spells.  But Al isn’t quite alone: He is part of a global network of sigil agents who use their powers to protect the world from mischievous gods and strange monsters. So when a fellow agent disappears under sinister circumstances in Australia, Al leaves behind the cozy pubs and cafes of Glasgow and travels to the Dandenong Ranges in Victoria to solve the mystery. The trail to his colleague begins to pile up with bodies at alarming speed, so Al is grateful his friends have come to help—especially Nadia, his accountant who moonlights as a pit fighter. Together with a whisky-loving hobgoblin known as Buck Foi and the ancient Druid Atticus O’Sullivan, along with his dogs, Oberon and Starbuck, Al and Nadia will face down the wildest wonders Australia—and the supernatural world—can throw at them, and confront a legendary monster not seen in centuries. Praise for Ink & Sigil “Distinguished by its intricate and original magical system, charming dynamics among characters and strongly developed Scottish setting, Ink & Sigil places its irascible hero and memorable cast in a wide, fascinating world.” — Shelf Awareness (starred review) “A terrific kick-off of a new, action-packed, enchantingly fun series . . . delightful.” — Booklist (starred review) “Immensely enjoyable . . . a great novel and a perfect example of how to launch a new series . . . Ink & Sigil is a great entry into Kevin Hearne’s fiction.” — SFFWorld “Goodness, this book was funny, so funny. . . . What a unique, entertaining and complex protagonist . . . If you’ve ever been curious about the author’s work, this would be the perfect opportunity to jump on board.” — The BiblioSanctum “A refreshing viewpoint into an urban fantasy setting [with] touches of humor and dynamic characters . . . Readers will be eager to see what happens next.” — Publishers Weekly “Delightful! Hearne’s use of Scottish words and spellings . . . adds to the story’s singular flavor. The author includes plenty of shout-outs for fans of the Iron Druid series [in this] tale sure to draw in new readers.” — Library Journal “Kevin Hearne takes the world he created in his Iron Druid series to a new gonzo level. Al MacBharrais may be his best character yet.” —Stephen Blackmoore “You are in for a treat. Ink & Sigil is escape reading, and I loved every word.” —Charlaine Harris, New York Times bestselling author of A Longer Fall “A delightfully grimy journey through the hidden underworld of Glasgow, Ink & Sigil vividly blends Kevin Hearne’s unique take on urban fantasy with the grit of Scottish magic.” —Adam Christopher, author of Stranger Things: Darkness on the Edge of Town Kevin Hearne hugs trees, pets doggies, and rocks out to heavy metal. He also thinks tacos are a pretty nifty idea. He is the New York Times bestselling author of The Iron Druid Chronicles, the Ink & Sigil series, and the Seven Kennings series, and is co-author of The Tales of Pell with Delilah S. Dawson. Chapter 1 A Call from the Land Down Under If you have to tell someone they’re going to die soon, it’s a good idea to buy them a whisky first. That way they can drink it or throw it in your face and feel a tiny bit better either way. It’s only polite. Buck Foi thought about throwing his dram at me—his hand drew back, ready to strike—but he reconsidered and tossed it down his throat instead. It was getting on toward bedtime on a Sunday night. It might help him to sleep. “How long have ye known this was gonnay happen?” the hobgoblin demanded. He had a new waistcoat on, a subtle black-on-black pattern that amused me. He would never admit it, but I think he was either trying to impress my manager, Nadia, or else he was impressed by her and emulating her fashion philosophy that all colors were excellent so long as they were black. The stated reason for wearing it, however, was that he needed to wear something appropriate to the Glasgow Necropolis, since we had gone there for a nice gothic sulk that morning while the organ droned in the nearby cathedral. It was a thirty-seven-acre city of the dead set upon a hill, populated by solemn mausoleums and weathered markers commemorating the lives of Victorian well-to-dos, and the gravitas it exuded did tend to make one feel that at least a nod to formality was required. Without walking it myself, I taught him the winding steps of the Old Way hidden in the grass between the graves, which would let him go to Tír na nÓg if he ever found it necessary. He already knew the steps