And poor Church just found out there are worse things than rakshasas.
I can be so mean to my characters….
I’m trying not to infodump too much, but I have to admit that part of the fun I’m having is that Church thinks she knows what’s out there – vampires, werewolves, the occasional zombie – and keeps finding out that no, there’s much more, and the vast majority of it wants to eat you.
Or at least kick you the heck off their particular lawn. Oh? You say you own this spot, puny human? Prove it.
AKA Myrrh has very good reasons to be as heavily mystically armed as she can manage, and even better ones to tell the cops every non-magical bane they can shake a stick at.
I think I’m going to be writing a bit soon where someone else managed some research, though! That should be painful. And interesting. 😉