By Pat Kelleher
Coyote has misplaced his penis.
The local American trickster god and Richard eco-friendly, considered one of his mortal marks, locate themselves unwitting bedfellows as they search to regain what they've got either misplaced. the path leads them to England, the place they locate murdered Anglo-Saxon spirits, a reclusive god of the forge, a London gentleman’s membership completely for deities and a terrifying conspiracy.
If Coyote goes to avoid wasting the realm and get his mojo again, it’s going to take every little thing in his bag of tricks—and he’s struggling with the last word functionality nervousness.
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