A peaceful nest of vampires, posing as a brothel in a nook on Conduit Street, is under attack by Sebastian Moran, a hunter with sloppy tactics who suddenly finds himself in way over his head. The Bailiff of the territory is a centuries-old Irish vampire by the name of Jim Moriarty, who is in charge of protecting the vampires in his district, and suddenly finds his hands full.
The meek shall not inherit.
The story of Moriarty and Moran, from the very beginning.
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