So my new client has a hell of a new case: Find the Talon of Frost - something that disappeared during the last Ice Age. I mean, he got me off for a bunch of charges, so I guess I owe him. I just don't know what gave him the idea that I like hanging around in the snow. I moved to Texas for a reason.Didn't everyone get the memo that demons hate the cold? But sure as Hell is hot, a cold front's coming through Texas. And I'm the only one who can stop it. With the temperature dropping, and a nasty beast feasting on people with reckless abandon, little old Inonda's becoming chillier by the minute.Guess that's why they call it the Blood Frost...