
From the back cover:
Carnival is a part-time fortune-teller and occult troubleshooter and full-time pain in the neck. Do you have a banshee that needs a tonsillectomy? Call Carnival. Do you need to give the yo-ho-heave-ho to some troublesome pirate-ghosts? Call Carnival. What about that mummy that thinks she is a rap artist? Call Carnival.
Carnival is a Gypsy. His poppa calls him a poshrat. That's Rom for half blood. Carnival never listened to his poppa when he was alive but these days he doesn't have much of a choice. It serves Carnival right for sticking his poppa so close to his heart. What a way to treat a dead relative.
But that's Carnival for you. A really spontaneous kind of guy. Like when he gives that succubus a permanent case of lockjaw. Or when he invites a full grown demon into a bathtub for a little scrub-a-dub. Or when he falls in love with a vampire. Can you picture that? Forget about safe sex. Love with a vampire sucks.
GYPSY BLOOD is a fast paced, dark, funny and terrifying novel, like nothing you've ever read before. The whole thing rolls like an avalanche of skateboards, building to a climactic battle royale between Carnival, a two-timing vampire, a she-demon with a mother complex, a social climbing blood god, the collective spirit of the city and a mercenary mariachi band riding in a rickshaw.
Flip a card, flip a page - your fate is in your hands.