Ciaphas Cain Series Novels & Stories

With a sudden, shift, my soldiers and I readied our stance as the approach of our King sounded. Nicolai James Mosrodic. The self-proclaimed King of the Underworld, Infera. Our city. Our prison. After all the time I had spent here, you would think I would be used to it by now. But no, the mere sound of its name, the very essence of its existence lived to stab me repeatedly, incessant and cruel.

At the center, circled in red: Saul Revich. “I dug deeper,” Seraphina said. “Interpol still lists him as dead, but there’s chatter in the darknet supply forums. A man matching his profile—same accent, same buying patterns—has been moving weapons, intel, and biotech out of Eastern Europe.” “Under what name?” Elian asked. Matteo flipped the screen. “Goes by Caine now. Levi Caine.” Lucien’s fingers curled. “Alias?” “Likely.” “And his goal?” Elian pressed.

Narrative P.O.V. Cain's knee bounced up and down rapidly as he sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair, impatiently waiting on Dr. Zosak to return. Footsteps echoed down the long hallway and he looked up expectantly, only to see it was just Daniel walking towards him. Daniel sat down in the chair next to Cain and handed him the steel cup.