We Always Get Our Man

The Federal Occult Research Bureau was a memory now—dissolved in bureaucratic cowardice—yet the monsters hadn’t stopped coming. The years had weathered Zarahemla Two Crows, hardened him, but his ice-blue eyes remained sharp as he tracked an unholy plague through the snow-choked wilderness near Fort Edmonton.

When Doctor Emmanuel Bonhomme encounters the legendary monster hunter everyone claimed was dead or mad, they form an unlikely partnership in the killing cold, where something from Two Crows’ distant past stirs beneath the permafrost. Mounties are rising from their graves, their red serge coats stained black with grave-dirt, driven by an insatiable hunger for living flesh.

In a land where even hope is frozen solid, two men are all that stand between the living and damnation.