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dsrtao_Killing Rocks_, D.D. Barant
The third book of the oddly named Bloodhound Files series, in which an Fbi profiler from our universe is transported to a curiously Aaron Allston-esque alt in which vampires and werewolves are the majority of citizens, and plain humans are nearly endangered. On this occasion, our heroine shows little of the character development that had been a hallmark of the previous entries. The world-ending threat is provided by a cross dimensional invasion from a third universe that is better described than the standard alt, and perhaps would be a less depressing place to read about.
Our heroine has the only functional firearm on three universes. She shoots it an awful lot. It's a Ruger Super Warhawk in .454. She never mentions the recoil, and she is not yet deaf.
The third book of the oddly named Bloodhound Files series, in which an Fbi profiler from our universe is transported to a curiously Aaron Allston-esque alt in which vampires and werewolves are the majority of citizens, and plain humans are nearly endangered. On this occasion, our heroine shows little of the character development that had been a hallmark of the previous entries. The world-ending threat is provided by a cross dimensional invasion from a third universe that is better described than the standard alt, and perhaps would be a less depressing place to read about.
Our heroine has the only functional firearm on three universes. She shoots it an awful lot. It's a Ruger Super Warhawk in .454. She never mentions the recoil, and she is not yet deaf.
