By Chris F. Holm
Meet Sam Thornton, Collector of Souls.
Because of his efforts to stay away from the Apocalypse, Sam Thornton has been given a moment probability - supplied he can keep on with the directly and narrow.
Which sounds all good and solid, but if the soul Sam's despatched to assemble is going lacking, Sam reveals himself off the straight-and-narrow beautiful quick.
File Under: Urban Fantasy [ lacking | Soul supplier | name acquire | Demon baby ]
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