I mean, life has always been complicated, but there's a difference between monsters-are-trying-to-kill-you complications and monsters-are-in-love-with-you complications. I'm still not sure which is more dangerous.
G'day. I'm Pet. Two-thirds of a pet, anyway: the vampire isn't claiming ownership these days, but he's definitely encroaching. On the list of other encroaching complications is the threat of heirling trials, a certain fae lord, and a mysterious librarian-not to mention the thing that's killing people on Hobart's waterfront...
One day, I'll have a normal life. Today is not that day.
