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- ISBN 9781036710804
- Dimensions: 129 x 198mm
- Publication Date: 12 Mar 2026
- Publisher: Vinci Books
- Publication City/Country: GB
- Product Form: Paperback
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What would you sacrifice to get back the ones you’ve loved and lost?
Since the battle at the top of Bugarach, I’ve been obsessed—fixated on finding a way to bring back those taken from us. But while I’ve been chasing ghosts, trouble’s been creeping in closer to home.
I ignored a friend’s cry for help—and now they’re gone.
What has my obsession cost me? What else have I missed, too blinkered to see the danger right under my nose?
Turns out, trouble isn’t brewing. It’s already steeped. Friends are in serious danger, and this time it might be beyond even me to pull them back from the edge.
imPerfect Blood is the seventh book in the award-winning imPerfect Cathar series, kicking off a brand new arc for Paul Bonhomme and his not-so-merry band of immortal heretics. Blending French mythology, history, and a magically twisted present-day, expect dark humour, snark, strong language, and graphic violence.
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Praise for The imPerfect Cathar Series:
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ C.N. Rowan has well and truly carved out his own corner of the urban fantasy space.
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Another terrific tale pitting our protagonists against, seemingly, insurmountable odds.
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Just as funny, exciting, and thought provoking and it takes our hero on a journey.
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Action packed but well documented use of French folklore and history.
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ This series is a great one - funny, sad, tense, full of action and moments.
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Plenty of action in this read including one terrifying event high in the air.
C.N. Rowan (“Call me C.N., Mr. Rowan was my father”) is the Award-winning author of the imPerfect Cathar series. It’s been a strange, unbelievable journey to arrive at the point where these books are going to be released into the wild, like rare, near-extinct animals being returned to their natural habitat, already wondering where they’re going to nick cigarettes from on the plains of Africa, the way they used to from the zookeeper’s overalls. Rowan came originally from Leicester, England. Somehow escaping its terrible, terrible clutches (only joking, he’s a proud Midlander really), he has wound up living in the South-West of France for his sins. Only, not for his sins. Otherwise, he’d have ended up living somewhere really dreadful. Like Leicester. (Again – joking, he really does love Leicester. He knows Leicester can take a joke. Unlike some of those other cities. Looking at you, Slough.)
With multiple weird strings to his bow, all of which are made of tooth-floss and liable to snap if you tried to use them to do anything as adventurous as shooting an arrow, he’s done all sorts of odd things, from running a hiphop record label (including featuring himself as rapper) to hustling disability living aids on the mean streets of Syston. He’s particularly proud of the work he’s done managing and recording several French hiphop acts, and is currently awaiting confirmation of wild rumours he might get a Gold Disc for a song he recorded and mixed.
