Name's Colin McCool… folks call me the Junkyard Druid. I hate that name.
Despite my last name, I'm not "cool" like the other hunters in town. I don't run an occult bookstore, I've never owned a Harley, and I didn't inherit a family fortune passed down through generations of hunters before me.
And I kind of have this curse on me that's messed up my life.
So things are pretty much shit right now. I live in a junkyard, my mentor Finn is a heroin addict, I've got the Cold Iron Circle breathing down my neck, and the local Fae Queen Maeve is blackmailing me into doing her dirty work.
Now I'm in way over my head trying to retrieve Maeve's stolen magic rock, all while helping my friend Belladonna solve a series of murders that may or may not involve the local werewolves.
And did I mention that Finn is in debt to a bloodthirsty gang of dwarven mobsters?
- If I can just get the Faery Queen's tathlum back…
- And help Belladonna solve the murders…
- While keeping the dwarves from killing Finn…
Then I just might live long enough to finish my first semester of college.
