A standalone novella set in 1940s Chicago, CL Polk’s Even Though I Knew the End is a beautiful little story of magic, mystery, demons and angels, and the lengths someone will go for love – both familial and romantic. Kicked out of the Brotherhood of the Compass after selling her soul to the devil in order to save the life of her brother, Helen Brandt is now relegated to scraping a living as a magical private eye. When she takes a commission to photograph a particularly violent crime scene, Helen tells herself she won’t get involved beyond the initial job, but it’s not long before she’s on the trail of the horrifying White City Vampire. Her reward, should she complete her task, is to have her soul returned to her, allowing her the life with her girlfriend that she never thought she’d get. If she survives that long, of course.
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