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Lost swords and last chances. Whatever happens, I’m likely to end up cut to the quick… We’ve got our friend back, but we’re still up against a terrifying threat—one not afraid to expose the Talented world to get what they want. And with Isaac still sick, time’s running out. Then a clue points us to a legendary sword. One wielded by the Father of Europe himself. Joyeuse. The sword of Charlemagne. The trail leads back to the Pyrenees. But that road may become a trial—a test of strength, of loyalty, of worth. And I’m not sure I’m worthy. Not anymore. With the sands in Isaac’s hourglass down to the last few grains, we’re chasing a cure, a clue, or maybe just hope. But the blade may test our mettle to breaking point. imPerfect Blades is the eighth book in the award-winning imPerfect Cathar series, a darkly funny urban fantasy set in the south of France. Expect strong language, dark humour, and graphic violence. Because if you can’t wisecrack while death is on the line… maybe you’re not dying right. ___________________________________________________________________ Praise for The imPerfect Cathar Series: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ This series is definitely one of my top faves – it has everything. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ This is urban fantasy at its best. Characters with depth, rounded. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ The plot as always is clever and fast paced, with fascinating use of French folk law. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Lost swords and last chances, pretty much sums this the 8th book. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ The action never lets up!... I will be reading over & over for years. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Another brilliant story... highly recommend this book and can’t wait.

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C.N. Rowan (“Call me C.N., Mr. Rowan was my father”) is the Award-winning author of the imPerfect Cathar series. It’s been a strange, unbelievable journey to arrive at the point where these books are going to be released into the wild, like rare, near-extinct animals being returned to their natural habitat, already wondering where they’re going to nick cigarettes from on the plains of Africa, the way they used to from the zookeeper’s overalls. Rowan came originally from Leicester, England. Somehow escaping its terrible, terrible clutches (only joking, he’s a proud Midlander really), he has wound up living in the South-West of France for his sins. Only, not for his sins. Otherwise, he’d have ended up living somewhere really dreadful. Like Leicester. (Again – joking, he really does love Leicester. He knows Leicester can take a joke. Unlike some of those other cities. Looking at you, Slough.) With multiple weird strings to his bow, all of which are made of tooth-floss and liable to snap if you tried to use them to do anything as adventurous as shooting an arrow, he’s done all sorts of odd things, from running a hiphop record label (including featuring himself as rapper) to hustling disability living aids on the mean streets of Syston. He’s particularly proud of the work he’s done managing and recording several French hiphop acts, and is currently awaiting confirmation of wild rumours he might get a Gold Disc for a song he recorded and mixed.

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