Uncle Arctica

Dear Mom, Blake thinks. Zoo? Museums? Chicago? No, Mom. I've been fighting pirates, werewolves, and psychopaths. I've done fifteen-thousand dollars in damage and got seven stitches to prove it. I've got a job. I've got pretty girls who keep grabbing my behind, and one who says she's not my girlfriend but is still crazy jealous of all the others. Uncle Carson walked out on me like the rest of my family, but I've been adopted by an ancient Highlander, who lets me do just about whatever I want...