Charlie Huston

It's three thousand miles from the fields of glory, where Henry "Hank" Thompson once played California baseball, to the Lower East Side of Manhattan, where the tenements are old, the rents are high, and the drunks are dirty. But now Hank is here, working as a bartender and taking care of a cat named Bud who is surely going to get him killed. It begins when Hank's neighbor Russ has to leave town in a rush and hands over Bud in a carrier. But it isn't...

"Skinner founded his career in "asset protection" on fear. To touch anyone under his protection was to invite destruction. A savagely effective methodology, until Skinner's CIA handlers began to fear him as much as his enemies did and banished him to the hinterlands of the intelligence community. Now, an ornate and evolving cyber-terrorist attack is about to end that long exile. His asset is Jae, a roboticist with a gift for seeing the underlying...

Those stories you hear? The ones about things that only come out at night? Things that feed on blood, feed on us? Got news for you: they're true. Only it's not like the movies or old man Stoker's storybook. It's worse. Especially if you happen to be one of them. Just ask Joe Pitt.

Khonshu - God of the Moon, God of Vengeance - saved Marc Spector's life, brought him to glory, and made him Moon Knight. But what Khonshu gives, he also takes away. Spector learned this the hard way, spiraling into madness, depression and worse. Now Specter wants back in the game. Will Khonshu hear his prayer?

Three months back on the job, and they're already coming out of the woodwork. The bad guys you expect. But the heroes - them you don't expect. Spider-Man... Frank Castle, the angel of death himself...even the fugitive Captain America. And now, this other thing. Someone is out there. Leaving bodies. Someone who knows you.