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There’s only one Al MacBharrais: Though other Scotsmen may have dramatic mustaches and a taste for fancy cocktails, Al also has a unique talent. He’s a master of ink and sigil magic. In his gifted hands, paper and pen can work wondrous spells.
But Al isn’t quite alone: He is part of a global network of sigil agents who use their powers to protect the world from mischievous gods and strange monsters. So when a fellow agent disappears under sinister circumstances in Australia, Al leaves behind the cozy pubs and cafes of Glasgow and travels to the Dandenong Ranges in Victoria to solve the mystery.
The trail to his colleague begins to pile up with bodies at alarming speed, so Al is grateful his friends have come to help—especially Nadia, his accountant who moonlights as a pit fighter. Together with a whisky-loving hobgoblin known as Buck Foi and the ancient Druid Atticus O’Sullivan, along with his dogs, Oberon and Starbuck, Al and Nadia will face down the wildest wonders Australia—and the supernatural world—can throw at them, and confront a legendary monster not seen in centuries.
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherDel Rey
- Publication dateAugust 10, 2021
- File size5729 KB
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“Distinguished by its intricate and original magical system, charming dynamics among characters and strongly developed Scottish setting, Ink & Sigil places its irascible hero and memorable cast in a wide, fascinating world.”—Shelf Awareness (starred review)
“A terrific kick-off of a new, action-packed, enchantingly fun series . . . delightful.”—Booklist (starred review)
“Immensely enjoyable . . . a great novel and a perfect example of how to launch a new series . . . Ink & Sigil is a great entry into Kevin Hearne’s fiction.”—SFFWorld
“Goodness, this book was funny, so funny. . . . What a unique, entertaining and complex protagonist . . . If you’ve ever been curious about the author’s work, this would be the perfect opportunity to jump on board.”—The BiblioSanctum
“A refreshing viewpoint into an urban fantasy setting [with] touches of humor and dynamic characters . . . Readers will be eager to see what happens next.”—Publishers Weekly
“Delightful! Hearne’s use of Scottish words and spellings . . . adds to the story’s singular flavor. The author includes plenty of shout-outs for fans of the Iron Druid series [in this] tale sure to draw in new readers.”—Library Journal
“Kevin Hearne takes the world he created in his Iron Druid series to a new gonzo level. Al MacBharrais may be his best character yet.”—Stephen Blackmoore
“You are in for a treat. Ink & Sigil is escape reading, and I loved every word.”—Charlaine Harris, New York Times bestselling author of A Longer Fall
“A delightfully grimy journey through the hidden underworld of Glasgow, Ink & Sigil vividly blends Kevin Hearne’s unique take on urban fantasy with the grit of Scottish magic.”—Adam Christopher, author of Stranger Things: Darkness on the Edge of Town
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A Call from the Land Down Under
If you have to tell someone they’re going to die soon, it’s a good idea to buy them a whisky first. That way they can drink it or throw it in your face and feel a tiny bit better either way. It’s only polite.
Buck Foi thought about throwing his dram at me—his hand drew back, ready to strike—but he reconsidered and tossed it down his throat instead. It was getting on toward bedtime on a Sunday night. It might help him to sleep.
“How long have ye known this was gonnay happen?” the hobgoblin demanded. He had a new waistcoat on, a subtle black-on-black pattern that amused me. He would never admit it, but I think he was either trying to impress my manager, Nadia, or else he was impressed by her and emulating her fashion philosophy that all colors were excellent so long as they were black. The stated reason for wearing it, however, was that he needed to wear something appropriate to the Glasgow Necropolis, since we had gone there for a nice gothic sulk that morning while the organ droned in the nearby cathedral. It was a thirty-seven-acre city of the dead set upon a hill, populated by solemn mausoleums and weathered markers commemorating the lives of Victorian well-to-dos, and the gravitas it exuded did tend to make one feel that at least a nod to formality was required. Without walking it myself, I taught him the winding steps of the Old Way hidden in the grass between the graves, which would let him go to Tír na nÓg if he ever found it necessary. He already knew the steps to the Old Way in Kelvingrove but not to this one or the one in Virginia Court.
I replied to him via my text-to-speech app—the good one on my laptop, which at least sounded Scottish, albeit from Edinburgh instead of Glasgow. [Brighid told me about the curse shortly after you signed up to be in my service. We had more pressing matters to attend to at the time—a goddess trying to kill us and an utterly mad man-eating leprechaun and all that—so I waited just a wee bit.]
The hobgoblin teleported himself up to the kitchen island next to my laptop and waggled a pink finger in my face. He was only about two feet tall, so he liked to stand on the counter and look down at me instead of up when he had an important point to make. “That was a couple of months ago, ol’ man!”
[Aye, but I also wanted you to enjoy bottling and distributing Buck Foi’s Best Boosted Spirits. A nice soft time, a short span of happiness to enjoy and remember before I laid any more stress on you. Wasn’t that nice, giving away all that whisky to the Fae Court?]
“Aye, it was a good laugh.” His expression relaxed for a moment, recalling it. Two hundred bottles of ten-year-old whisky made from an honestly stolen barrel from the Highlands, given for free to the faeries and the Tuatha Dé Danann themselves. “Did ye know, MacBharrais, they composed songs in my honor on the spot? I mean, half of it was howled, because ma whisky kicked off an epic drunken orgy, but still: They sang me songs. I’m no a culture hero yet, ye know, not like Holga Thunderpoot, but it was quality all the same, and I think I have a legitimate shot at achieving that rare status someday if only I don’t die first.” He practically shouted the last two words, and I received a few wayward flecks of manic spittle. I cringed a little more than I might have a few years ago; echoes of the coronavirus pandemic bore heavily on everyone’s psyche, though hobgoblins were not known to transmit viruses to humans.
[I’d like you to live to achieve that status, believe me. Not just because I care about you, though I do. If I can get rid of these curses, I can talk without this app. I’ll be able to speak with people again for more than a few days or weeks without causing them to hate me. I’ll get my family back. And I can finally train an apprentice to replace me so I can retire. An apprentice that won’t die of a sudden accident, like you’re apparently fated to do.]
“Come on, now. There has tae be a way around this, right?”
[Several ways, yes.]
“How many is several, again?”
[More than two, I think, but less than a half dozen.]
“Three tae five, then. Let’s hear them, ol’ man.”
[One is that I die. I have to be honest: That’s my least favorite way out.]
“I understand.”
[Two is that the person who cast the curse on me dies. I like that much better, but, unfortunately, I don’t know who did this to me. Brighid said it might be someone with god-level powers, so even if we do find out who did it, killing them might be impossible.]
“That’s bitter news, so it is. Like fast-food coffee with no cream or sugar.”
[Three is that you leave my service, cancel the contract. There are risks to that, however.]
“Like wot?”
[Like the curse might still go off in any case, now that you’ve been exposed. There’s simply no way to know. But also, if I release you from your contract, you’ll need to return to the Fae planes unless you can get another contract to remain. I’m not sure you’ll be able to. I’m pretty certain none of the other sigil agents are in the market for a hobgoblin.]
“Hold on, now. I know the man in Philadelphia isnae—Eli whatsisname—because he made it clear he doesnae have use for hobgoblins. Plus he let his dog hump me while I was unconscious that time and he took pictures. Wot about the others?”
[Diego is extremely handsome and doesn’t like anything that distracts from that. He has his own personal gravity and doesn’t want anything to yank people out of his orbit. Shu-hua tends to avoid the company of men, and Mei-ling is so old that she thinks that I’m young and rash at age sixty-three. So: no. I’m the only one daft enough to draft a hobgoblin into service.]
Hearing it spoken aloud—that I was daft—caused an unexpected self-inflicted wound. Or, rather, tore the bandage off a wound that had not healed. The fact that I’d been so slow to discover the nature of my curses and completely missed the criminal activity of my last apprentice still stung. I was long past the time when I was supposed to have my shite together, yet I very clearly did not.
“So that’s all the options?” Buck demanded. “I’m boned like a fish on Friday?”
I couldn’t resist ribbing him. [Well, option four is that you die somehow completely unrelated to the curse, and then you wouldn’t have any worries.]
“Oh-ho.” He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. “Ho-ho-hooooh. The revenge I’ll have on ye for this will be written down, MacBharrais. Written down in the anals of history, it will, whispered in the dark as a warning to wee weans—”
[I think you meant to say annals. The extra n makes a small but vital difference.]
“Don’t interrupt me! The anals of history is what I meant!”
[That’s not even a thing.]
“It’s gonnay be! Sign me up for service and then tell me two months later I’m gonnay croak like a choir of bullfrogs? That shite belongs in the anals if anything does!”
[Okay. Let’s focus on how to fix the problem, shall we?]
“I thought ye basically said it cannae be fixed in any way that works out well for us.”
[We have a year to work on this. Every apprentice made it at least a year before an accident befell them. If we can find out who put the curse on me, we might find a solution.]
“How long have ye been living with it so far? Eleven years? What makes ye think ye have a shot at figuring it out now?”
[I’m properly motivated. I didn’t realize that there was a second curse killing my apprentices until Brighid told me so. When I thought I was the only one suffering, I could live with it, because I’m Scottish. Now it’s different because there’s vengeance—or at least justice—due for my apprentices. And saving you.]
The hobgoblin deflated and sighed. “Gods below, I could use a beer. Ye want?”
I nodded at him, and he hopped off the counter and disappeared from my view. But I saw the refrigerator door open, and then he nimbly leapt up to snag a growler of stolen ale. A few more leaps around the kitchen and he had a couple of pints set before us. He stood on a stool next to mine and grabbed his pint with both hands. It was quite nearly half his height.
“G’wan, then. Dazzle me with what ye have so far.”
[If we are looking at pantheons that are traditionally known for curses, the Olympians and the Egyptians were both known for bestowing curses upon mortals, and both happen to be in my territory as a sigil agent. I have no doubt annoyed them both just by doing my job.]
“But those each have, wot, fifteen gods or more?”
[Easily more.]
“Well, that’s sobering. But this should fix that.” He promptly drained half his glass at one go.
[There’s also the infernals. They quite enjoy a good curse.]
“Who are they?”
[It’s a catchall term for any of the demons in the various hells.]
“Why would they want tae curse ye?”
[I’ve killed a couple of them in my time. They might have had friends, if demons have friends. Not too clear on that.] --This text refers to the hardcover edition.
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- ASIN : B08N6T74ZK
- Publisher : Del Rey (August 10, 2021)
- Publication date : August 10, 2021
- Language : English
- File size : 5729 KB
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- Print length : 291 pages
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About the author

KEVIN HEARNE hugs trees, pets doggies, and rocks out to heavy metal. He also thinks tacos are a pretty nifty idea. He is the author of the New York Times bestselling series the Iron Druid Chronicles, the Seven Kennings trilogy that begins with A PLAGUE OF GIANTS, and co-author of the Tales of Pell with Delilah S. Dawson.
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SPOILERS SORT OF
To those who are complaining about the “wokeness” of this book, Al works at a job where an understanding of power systems and power is necessary for his survival. Most of the entities he drafts contracts for could squish him like a bug. The fact that he would notice power systems wherever they exist is probably an occupational hazard. Pointing them out isn’t being “woke” whatever that means. It is being observant.
The book barely linked to the previous book. The writing appeared rushed and not well developed, as if Hearne was trying to meet a deadline or just does not like the new characters very much. Also, there is a clear political message that is new to his writing.
I was expecting more world building and some interesting new characters. I really enjoyed the Iron Druid series so it was good to see the Iron Druid and his dogs again. But, it was done clearly at the expense of the other characters. I was also expecting typical humor of the Iron Druid series, but the book was very preachy about woke topics. If I wanted to be lectured to, I could find many other ways to have that done. I enjoy reading fiction books for creativity and escapism/change of scenery, not lectures. I only finished the book due to the Iron Druid. Otherwise, I would have stopped reading about a quarter of the way into the book.
I am afraid that Hearne keeps up with this style, this will be the last one of his books I purchase.
I absolutely loved the Iron Druid series. I was kind of sad how it ended. I love how Hearne adds some good comedy with the characters that you grow so attached to. This book kind of felt like an extension of the iron druid series, just with a different main character. With the way this went, I see a lot of characters re-appearing in the future series, but it was a nice cliffhanger at the end. I'm excited for the next book!
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Da erreicht ihn ein Notruf eines Lehrlings einer Siegelagentin aus Australien, deren Meisterin und Mitschülerin verschwunden sind. Zusammen mit dem Kobold Buck Foi begibt er sich über einen 'alten Weg' nach Melbourne, wo er die angehende Kollegin trifft.
Die Ermittlungen zum Verschwinden der beiden Siegelagentinnen führen das Trio an den Rand eines Naturschutzgebietes, in dem fürchterliche schimärenartige Monster aufgetaucht sind - und auf dem Weg gabeln sie auch noch Als neue Mitarbeiterin Nadia auf, die ihrem Chef auf eigene Faust nachgereist ist.
Trotz dieser Verstärkung - und dem Auffinden eines Australischen Polizisten, der als einziger einen Angriff der Schimären auf seine Einheit überlebt hat - erscheint das Problem für die Gruppe unüberwindbar zu sein - bis Atticus, der Eiserne Druide mit seinen beiden treuen Begleitern Oberon und Starbuck auftaucht. Und eine scheinbar Verstorbene aufsteht und ihre Hilfe anbietet. Und wo kommt eigentlich Als Rezeptionistin auf einmal her?
Dieser Roman ist ein hundertprozentiges Crossover mit der 'Eisernen-Druiden' -Reihe und gerade in der zweiten Hälfte voller großer Überraschungen. Und nebenher ein paar netten Informationen über Nessie.
Ein schöner zweiter Teil, der auch Hoffnungen auf zumindest einen weiteren 'Eiserner-Druiden' -Roman macht. Allerdings sollte man die anderen Romane und den ersten 'Tinte-und-Siegel' - Roman schon kennen, um diesen richtig genießen zu können.



