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Dorian Gray’s painting was never in the vault of the library. We currently have no idea where it is and the only person who can track it is probably being held hostage in a storage yard with all kinds of cursed objects. Balthazar’s dick is still cursed and there’s no easy way to remove it. I already made it worse once. I hope it doesn’t fall off this time. I was totally against marrying Reyson when he woke up and announced I would be his new wife, but my resolve on that is starting to weaken. I’m starting to care for the damned god.

For Mia, a crowded subway ride changes her entire life. Retreating to the wilderness helps her cope with a world that is suddenly too loud, too turbulent. Her existence safely contained to the small cottage on the lake, she is unprepared for the neighbor that moves across the bay. 

After a mission gone wrong, Marchosias, a Fallen Angel, lands on Erica Llewellyn's property, and she's left with a choice: help him get home or let the Demon-summoning warlocks take him. For her the answer is simple, but as she soon she gets out on the road, she discovers that dealing with an Angel who spends most of his time listening to the hits of the '70s and killing warlocks isn't exactly all fun and games. 

When Leelo can no longer identify herself by the roles that once defined her, it's both terrifying and liberating. Oh, she feels the loss, grief, and the anger, but when she inherits property up north, she jumps at the promise of freedom and independence. Yet, not everyone in her new community is what they seem, starting with the surly mountain man down the road.

Need to summon a demon? Raise the dead? A clan of vampires bothering you? Do you like the really nasty werewolf erotica? The Library of the Profane has all of that, but not everyone can handle the contents. (Some people can’t handle their werewolf erotica). I’ve been a librarian here for five years, and when I say I killed to get this job, I’m not being facetious. When a witch came in and said they needed to do a little necromancy, I didn’t question it. Except it wasn’t a normal resurrection. It was the physical embodiment of Chaos.