Joker of Chernobog. Book One

In my résumé there was one word: “fixer.” I solved problems. Once and for all—until one of them decided to betray me, kill me, and close the matter. I open my eyes. A new employer. An ancient deity. The contract is simple: my life in exchange for my joy. I laughed—what “joy” could there be? The deal is perfect. A modest social package: conditional immortality, strange abilities, and a cult in half-collapse. Now I’m Lyutoyar in Severgard, a city where smug aristocrats of House of the Raven run everything.

My plan? Conduct an audit. They think they’re hunting a stranger. They’re wrong. I’m not prey. I’m an auditor of higher powers, and in my report their House is listed as the biggest line item of expenses.