Scoundrel. Sorcerer. Savior?
Quinn is a talented sorcerer and a better con artist. But even the best get caught. On his first day out of prison, Quinn has one thing on his mind: steak dinner. Rare with blue cheese sprinkles and probably those fried onion bits on top.
What he didn’t have in mind, was a member of his parole board asking him for a favor during his first good meal in years. Steal a skull from a powerful LA necromancer. A skull that might grant the owner the power to destroy the world.
Quinn assembles a team of supernatural criminals that should be able to steal the skull before lunch. Except the angelic crime boss forces Quinn to swear a magical oath to not steal the skull. And the necromancer ropes Quinn into a scheme to rob a bank.
Which leaves Quinn with one question: why would the board need the skull?