Secret Histories

The name’s Bond. Shaman Bond. Actually, that's just his cover. His real name is Eddie Drood, but when your job includes a license to kick supernatural arse on a regular basis, you find your laughs where you can.

For centuries, the Droods have been fighting the monsters in the shadows so that the rest of you lot can go about your everyday lives. These days, I’m the head of the family, and it’s fallen to me to deal with a bit of a mess left over from World War II.

Eddie Drood, at your service. For generations my family has been keeping humanity safe from the wicked, the nasty, and the generally not-nice inhuman predators who feed on people’s fear and misery. No one kicks evil arse better than us Droods - especially yours truly.

The Drood matriarch is dead, and Shaman Bond is home to figure out whodunit. But he'd better act fast if he wants to take them down. It's no walk in the park being a Drood. The family that has protected humanity from the things that go bump in the night for centuries but they aren't much liked, not by the monsters they vanished—not that that's surprising—nor the ungrateful humans they saved. They don't even always like each other.

I'm Eddie Drood, aka Shaman Bond and my family holds back the forces of darkness. It's a full-time job—and we're good at it. But now the Droods have hit a bad patch, what with the death of their Matriarch and the discovery that she was killed by one of their own. It's left the family in more than a bit of disarray, and the forces of darkness are taking advantage of the situation. A satanic conspiracy is brewing—one that could throw humanity directly into the clutches of the Biggest of the Big Bads, forever. Things are looking grim and Eddie can't help—he's suffering from a case of death.