Our stories are our souls, and the heart contains them.
After the events of The Flesh Remembers, all Dexter Lomax and his new charge Kirsteen MacDonald want is time alone to recover. They don’t want conspiracies to find them. They don’t want ancient gods to sing their names from the deep desert. They definitely don’t want to be drawn back to the mysteries of the flesh, and the tales it can tell.
Yet a single phone message drags them from hiding and hurls them halfway across the world, where ancient things are waiting, and not everybody will get back out alive.
Our stories are our souls, and the heart contains them.
After the events of The Flesh Remembers, all Dexter Lomax and his new charge Kirsteen MacDonald want is time alone to recover. They don’t want conspiracies to find them. They don’t want ancient gods to sing their names from the deep desert. They definitely don’t want to be drawn back to the mysteries of the flesh, and the tales it can tell.
Yet a single phone message drags them from hiding and hurls them halfway across the world, where ancient things are waiting, and not everybody will get back out alive.