SOMETHING FROM THE NIGHTSIDE

left the Nightside a long time ago, with my skin and sanity barely intact, and now I make my living in the sunlit streets of London. But business has been slow lately, so when Joanna Barrett showed up at my door, reeking of wealth, asking me to find her runaway teenage daughter, I didn't say no.

Then I found out exactly where the girl had gone. The Nightside: that square mile of Hell in the middle of the city, where it's always three a.m. Where you can walk beside myths and drink with monsters.

Where nothing is what it seems and everything is possible. I swore I'd never return. But there's a kid in danger and a woman depending on me.

So I am going home . . .