After seventeen years trapped in Alastair O’Leary’s occult shop, Abbott discovers he was raised for slaughter. O’Leary plans to resurrect Abbott’s mother by sacrificing Abbott. To make matters worse, he’s—apparently—Abbott’s father.
Abbott flees, aided by his newsboy crush Finnian. In search of a spell to save Abbott and his mother, the boys track down unconventional gods, from venomous gnomes to body-stealing demons. But as O’Leary closes in, Abbott must decide: turn himself in and grant his mother another chance, or give her up for his newfound life—and love. Queer PERCY JACKSON meets FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST.
One lunar cycle and Eleanor would rise again.
Alastair sat in a dim pub, lightning arcing between his steepled hands. The patrons’ eyes bored into his back, but he paid them no heed. If those grubby commoners wanted to grovel at his feet, then so be it. He was the closest thing to a god they would ever see.
The lightning crackled as Alastair rolled his shoulders, staring at the man opposite him. “Hand it over.”
Roswell, a trader of occult items—perhaps swindler was a better word—removed a wax-sealed scroll from his satchel, gaze darting around the room. “Payment first, Mr. O’Leary.”
“Nonsense.” Sparks shot from his hands onto the worn floorboards, where Alastair stamped them out. “Now,” he snarled.
Face going slack, Roswell slid the parchment across the sticky tabletop.
“Much better.” Alastair clenched his fist, snuffing out the lightning. “Now, what was it you said I should know?”
“The incantation itself is simple,” murmured Roswell, “but there is one condition. The ritual… Well, it…”
“Spit it out.”
“It requires a sacrifice.” The sheen of sweat upon Roswell’s forehead glistened in the lantern light. “A… a human sacrifice.”
“I know.” A wicked smile rent Alastair’s face in two. “His name is Abbott.”