'You think you got away with something, don't you? But your time has run out. We know where you are. And we are coming.' Andrew Ranulf Blankenship is a stylish nonconformist with wry wit, a classic Mustang, and a massive library. He's also a recovering alcoholic and a practicing warlock. His house is a maze of sorcerous booby traps and escape tunnels, as yours might be if you were sitting on a treasury of Russian magic stolen from the Soviet Union thirty years ago. Andrew has long known that magic is a brutal game requiring blood sacrifice and a willingness to confront death, but years of peace and comfort have left him more concerned with maintaining false youth than with seeing to his own defense. Now a monster straight from the pages of Russian folklore is coming for him, and frost and death are coming with her. Praise for the Novels of Christopher Buehlman 'A graceful, horrific read.' Pattricia Briggs, #1 New York Times bestselling author 'Beautifully written . . . Exceedingly clever.' Boston Herald 'An unsettling brew . . . of genuine terror.' F. Paul Wilson, New York Times bestselling author