My name isn’t Callum Coldwell but, for your own sake, you should probably call me that.
They say someone is murdered every minute…and I’m the reason why.
When I killed my brother, the Big Guy burned a mark into my skin and set me to wandering until the end of time. That was a while ago, and I think I’ve used my forever pretty well. Bagged a few women, saved a few lives, and gotten myself into and out of more trouble than I care to remember.
But something’s happening now. Evil forces are circling the wagons, and something sinister is getting ready to make a play for the big time. And, of course, it has me in its crosshairs.
When I said I wasn’t my brother’s keeper, I had no idea how wrong I was.
By now you’ve probably figured out my name. But don’t say it.
Bad things happen when people say my name.