About This Book
When Death writes your name, there is no erasing it.
The Markhat Files, Book 8
It starts as a typical day in the park, with Markhat tracking a bully the law won't touch, and promising a little girl he'll find her missing dog, name of Cornbread. But as the sun sets over Rannit, a new menace creeps out with the dark. There's a killer on the loose, and Markhat the finder suspects magic behind the murders. Each victim receives a grisly drawing depicting the place, time, and manner of death. Not a single victim has escaped the brutal fate drawn for them-and now Markhat's own death-drawing has arrived. The mighty Dark Houses are also falling, one by one, as terror grips Rannit's streets. Even sorcerers are dying, their magic failing, their blood spilled as easily as that of any other. With time and hope running out, Markhat races to outwit a creature that can see outside Time itself. Before the picture of his own death becomes stained with real blood.
Warning: The dance moves described herein are not intended for novice trolley operators, and the Publisher assumes no responsibility for any loss of ornamental waterfowl, carrot-enhanced undergarments, or wheeled bathing contrivances. The preceding sentence should be read in the voice of Morgan Freeman and to the accompaniment of a competent string ensemble.
