Clara Grey is a hunter and part of a secret organisation known only as the Tower. During the Roaring Twenties, she sacrifices herself to destroy a powerful vampire. As a reward, she joins the ranks of Heaven's army, and for ninety years, Clara yearns to take an active role in the mortal realm. In an attempt to alter the course of history, scientists trigger an experiment with devastating results. The effects are felt not only on Earth, but in other realms as well. Clara and an echo from her past are sent to Earth to investigate the case of a corrupted soul. For this transgression, Heaven could go to war, but they choose to send Clara-and Edith. They fall to Earth, intent on their mission. Both have been isolated from the mortal realm. In their lives, monsters were on the decline, but they soon learn just how much the modern world has changed. While navigating this alien world, will they adapt to their surroundings to fulfil their mission? Or be swallowed up by the evil that lurks beneath? Before reading on, be sure to remember: while the Roaring Twenties are long gone, a heroine's work is never done.

Jennelle Nystedh spends her days animating characters in the simstim mega show Neural Storm. Her bosses are happy with her work, as long as she keeps her deadlines and supplies them with enigmatic characters. Her nights, she wastes waiting for her not-boyfriend Nikola Holbach to give her his time of day, or night. Mostly she ends up at The Gentleman Loser, hanging at the bar and sketching the regulars, for practice and inspiration for the show. She knows Nikola is up to no good business deals, but he's so dreamy that that little detail isn't important enough to focus on. One night, Jen drowns her sorrow of Nikola's no show with too much vodka and soon fuzzy memories of Harlan Locke, a creepy dude who can't take no for an answer, begin to resurface. And what kind of information is stored on the disc she suspects fell out of his pockets?

The continent of Pangaea boils just below its futuristic surface. War is the daylight trade of legal Mercenary Armies, but an entirely different type of soldier prowls at night. Spies. Thieves. Assassins. A covert operative might serve in any of these roles for the right price. And of all who practice this trade grew a whispered legend. Her real name would likely never be known. Even classifed documents only refer to her by callsign... "Ghost".