Secret Histories
12 primary works
Book 1
Book 2
Book 3
Book 4
It’s no walk in the bloody park, being a Drood—one of the family who has protected ordinary humanity from the things that go bump in the night for centuries. We’re not much liked—even by one another. Now our Matriarch is dead. Murdered. Maybe by one of us. Maybe not. It’s been left up to me, Eddie Drood, to figure out whodunit.
That’s not going to be easy. You see, opinion is divided evenly between two camps of thought: those who think the killer was Molly, my best girl, and those who think the killer was actually me. And I know for a fact that I didn’t do it.
Book 5
But now, the Droods have hit a bad patch, what with the death of our Matriarch and the discovery that she was killed by one of our own. It’s left us in more than a bit of disarray, and it goes without saying that those forces of darkness are taking advantage of the situation. There’s a Satanic Conspiracy brewing—one that could throw humanity directly into the clutches of the Biggest of the Big Bads, forever.
Things are looking grim—and here I am, not able to be of any help. On account of I’m dead…
Book 6
Book 7
Unfortunately, I’ve had a falling-out with my near and dear (some of whom were trying to kill me), so my true love and powerful witch, Molly Metcalf, and I are now in the employ of the Department of the Uncanny. We’ve been given an Extremely Important Assignment: Attend Casino Infernale, an annual event held by the Shadow Bank, financiers of all global supernatural crime. Our mission: Rig the game and bring down the Shadow Bank.
But at Casino Infernale, the stakes are high indeed—winner takes all, and losers give up their souls....
Book 8
Book 9
Some call me Shaman Bond, but I was born Eddie Drood. My family chases monsters out of closets for a living to keep humanity safe. We’ve made our fair share of enemies over the centuries—and made some questionable bargains.
In exchange for the power to fight the forces of darkness, my parents signed over their souls. Many folks have made deals with Heaven, Hell, and every otherworldly realm in between, but now the bill’s come due for some major players in the supernatural community—including my girl, Molly.
They can either pay up or participate in the “Big Game.” The rules are simple: Kill your competitors. The winner’s debt is paid in full, and the losers get themselves permanently lost, body and soul, forever.
To save my loved ones, I’ve got to become a ringer in this deadly contest which is undoubtedly rigged by the Powers That Be....
Book 10
Book 11
My name is Eddie Drood, aka Shaman Bond, the very secret agent. And I am a dead man walking.
I’ve been poisoned by Dr. DOA. There is no cure, no treatment, no chance of a last-minute miracle. So all that is left to me and my love, Molly Metcalf, is to track down my killer and stop him before he can murder anyone else.
So whether that means fighting a secret army on another world; or searching for a forgotten weapon in the Museum of Unattached Oddities; or facing off against Grendel Rex, the Unforgiven God, in the hidden heart of the Moon, for the terrible secret that is Moonbreaker...I will do whatever it takes, while I still can. Because the game isn’t over till I say it’s over—and I still have one last card to play.
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Book 12
The Droods are all about control, making people do what they're told for the greater good. The Nightside is all about choice: good and bad and everything in between. The Droods want to make the world behave. The Nightside wants to party. They were never going to get along.
For centuries, ancient Pacts have kept the Droods out of the Nightside, but now the Droods see the Nightside as a threat to the whole world. They march into the long night, in their armour, to put it under their control. All too soon, the two sides are at war. It's Eddie Drood and Molly Metcalf against John Taylor and Shotgun Suzie. The Drood Sarjeant-at-Arms and their Armourer against Dead Boy and Razor Eddie. More groups join in: the London Knights, the Ghost Finders, the Spawn of Frankenstein, Shadows Fall, and the Soulhunters. Science and magic are running wild, there's blood running in the gutters, and the bodies are piling up.
Is anyone going to get out of this alive?