When you can't outrun evil, you turn and fight. .

. fight with the might of God Himself.

Losing is not an option. , because losing - means - death.

They will kill whatever they perceive as an obstacle. The Diamond Dolls suffered that fate, one by one until the last of them is now dead.

Sister Mary Agnes was found three days ago tortured and murdered in the Tall Shadow Woods. The Dolls will never be forgotten.

The time has come. My name is Sam Callahan.

Daughter of the late Valentina Callahan. I'm an heiress - filthy rich, and a target.

The ugly warfare between good and evil never stepped foot into my realm - until today. New York City - May 21, 1928.

The battle begins and whether I'm ready or not, the battle is mine. Something I inherited - something I must face - no running.

And all the money in the world won't change what needs to be done. The grudge - fueled evil spawned by a deathbed promise and a fiery hatred of my mother has just demolished the pristine and privileged walls of my life.

British spies, nasty assassins, and South Africa. What could they possibly have in common and better yet, what does any of it have to do with me? One thing.

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a young South African girl with an enormous secret. A secret so valuable she was forced into hiding to protect it.

A secret worth murdering for to some, is now believed to be in my hands, passed to me by my mother before her death. And they've come to collect.

So yesterday, I was Sam Callahan, Daughter of Valentina, New York City heiress and socialite. Carefree, and I thought - happy.

But today, May 21, 1928, is the day I shed that skin. Today my eclipsed existence gained divine purpose, staunch allies, deadly enemies and even love.

I'm turning and fighting. I never lose and to those who think I'm an easy target, well, think again.

You're about to get a lesson in death: Yours. .

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