Khazirrek Ir Scapus glared at the leafy trees and rolling waves of the human beach outside his craft. He’d touched down in the farthest, most remote corner of the tiny island and already engaged the cloaking mechanism. The trip to this ridiculous stretch of land on a backwater planet might be an act of futility, but Khaz was of the Apex’ir.

And the Apex’ir were always ready for a hunt.

Always.

My entire urban fantasy series swings across the genre map like a drunk monkey that escaped from the circus but retained a love of dramatic entrances and funny hats. I craved epicness with vampires and werewolves and witches, adventure with characters who were people first and creatures second.