For Erik Anderson, Copenhagen Station was the beginning of a chain—the start of his route. These were stops he’d traveled for ages while the seasons cycled and the years faded to dust. He’d passed his time long ago, but final rest lay far off for him. Sell your soul to a death dealer, and you don’t get rewarded with a steak dinner. He’d struck the bargain, and he was serving his sentence; to collect a thousand souls.
This is an intense, darker story, and one I’m thrilled to share. Soul Collectors, forbidden love, and a gorgeous, lush adventure through the Copenhagen line!