Legions of murderous undead, Haitian voodoo, and a five-thousand-year-old serpent god. Yeah, 'cause that's exactly what Yancy Lazarus needs in his life: more complications. As if being the Hand of Fate and the newly appointed guardian over one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse wasn't headache enough. Turns out one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse-the pale Rider, Death-is slumming around in one of Yancy's old haunts. In...