Malefic giants, baleful specters, hideous were-jaguars. A cavalcade of vile abominations.
As guardian at the gate to the Realms, Charles has seen it all. He would rather spend his pre-dawn hours chatting with Lindsay, the waitress at a run-down diner–a place where words like “vile” are reserved for the soup and “abomination” for the meat loaf. But his growing feelings for Lindsay are making it hard to resist certain long-suppressed urges. Vampiric urges. When a creature abandons a crate full of hungry baby wombats at the entrance to the Realms, Charles finds a twinge of his long-suppressed humanity and takes them home to raise as his own.
Maybe love is the real monster.