When the last living druid master sets out to rebuild the druidic order, he’ll need every magic trick in the book to face down the unspeakable evil that stands in his way…

Colin McCool here, the final heir to Finn the Seer’s druidic legacy. I’m done serving tricksters, gods, and fae, and now it’s time to attend to personal matters.

Priority number one? Fulfilling my master’s dream by rebuilding the druid order.

Since the fall of the druids 2,000 years ago, the gods, vampires, and fae have wreaked havoc on humanity. It’s time for that reign of terror to end.

But if I’m to restore the druids to their former glory, I’ll need a safe place to train my recruits. Ideally, someplace where they won’t get curb-stomped by the gods.

I can’t think of a better place to hide out than an alternate timeline where the gods and fae are too busy fighting a civil war to bother with little old me. So, it’s time to head back, settle old scores, clear the alternate timeline earth of the undead, and plant some new druid groves.

This time, I’m ready for those bloodsucking bastards. With a powerful werewolf alpha and the world’s saltiest necromancer at my side, the vampires won’t know what hit them.

After I finish that business, who knows? Maybe I’ll take a vacation, and possibly even settle down.

But first, I have some serious vampire slaying to do—about three million of them.

Nobody ever said being a druid master would be easy…

Pilfered pegasi, magic marauders, and a cursed clock ticking down to a Celtic Armageddon. Could things get any worse for this irreverent, gun-slinging druid master?

“Grab your tickets my friends—this ride is well worth the cost of admission.” ~Aaron M., ARC reader

Colin McCool here, back from the Hellpocalypse to revive the druid order and save all humankind.

The first step? Mentoring new druids. But to do that, I’ll need a place to train them.

So, I stole a fortress and some land from the Fae gods in Underhill. Then I turned it into my new druid academy and planted a magic oak in the middle.

But wouldn’t you know it? The gods have decided they want it back. The nerve, amirite?

Suddenly, some Elric wannabe is knocking at my front door, and a bounty-hunting rakshasa’s hot on my tail. To top it off, my immortal benefactor won’t help me out until I do his dirty deeds.

Am I worried? Meh. The real question is, can I make things any worse?

I prefer to look on the bright side, but as we say in Texas… hold my beer.

In a world where magic follows strict natural laws, someone just tore up the rulebook. As a master druid, Colin is the first line of defense against magical disruption. But this time, he's hunting a shadow—an ancient practitioner who's found a way to twist reality itself.

I’ve decided to resurrect a god.

Not by necromancy, mind you—I’m not the Dark Druid, after all. But someone’s determined to stop me, and they’re willing to break the very laws of magic to do it.

As the last master druid on Earth, I should know better than to mess with divine affairs. But when the Celtic gods offer me a deal—find the ancient sorcerer warping reality, and they’ll give me the means to bring back the only deity who can complete my training—how can I refuse?

Except I’m facing an enemy who can literally change how magic works. My druidic abilities, the very powers I’ve spent years honing, are becoming unpredictable. My allies are getting nervous. And the clock is ticking.

I’ve faced vampires, fae, and angry gods before, but I’ve never encountered power like this. How do you fight someone who can shatter the fundamental rules of sorcery?

I have no idea, but I guess there’s only one way to find out…

The gods should know better than to send Colin McCool on a holy mission. But when the fate of magic itself hangs in the balance, sometimes you need a battle druid who doesn’t play by the rules.

Seven days. A dying world. And a druid master’s final bargain with the gods to save humanity… or doom everyone he’s ever loved.

I made a deal with a god.

Those never end well.

Now the Wild Hunt is circling, my list of allies is dwindling, and I’ve got seven days before my ticket gets punched by the ruling deity in Underhill.

Seven days to save humanity from extinction.

Seven days while an ancient, primal power watches, waiting for me to fail.

Something that doesn’t fear gods.

Something that sees me as its pawn—or prey.

Good thing I’ve never been particularly good at dying… or doing what the gods expect.