JC had skimmed the Dragon’s library before. If he’d been forced to answer truthfully, it wasn’t all that good. Perhaps there were hidden sections he hadn’t discovered but as it stood the small selection of book held little mystical knowledge.

At first glance at least.

Since coming to Sacramento, JC had learned a great deal. Perhaps most importantly that the Kindred weren’t alone in the night nor behind the Masquerade. And once you accepted that… well… that meant you had to reexamine everything.

Maybe Bram Stocker was more accurate that he’d thought. Maybe Dante’s Inferno held a kernel of truth. Maybe getting turned into a cockroach wasn’t so far from the realm of possibility.

Learning the occult demanded the tedious and slow process of examining every piece of information he’d once dismissed as fiction.

It was like taking college Literature all over again.