August supposed they were a kind of cosmic clean-up crew, created to address the source of the monstrous problem.

Callum Harker, a man with too many shadows to count.

Corsai fed on flesh and bone, Malchai on blood, and whose it was meant nothing to them. But the Sunai could feed only on sinners.

amiably.

heed,

futile

chided.

“If you behave, maybe Harker will finally claim you, too.”

cloying.