Detective Thaddeus Ezax is in over his head. He’s the only wizard in Rockshade’s Paranormal Investigations Department, and it was his name that got him the job. The Ezaxs are known as some of the most powerful wizards in the world, but Thaddeus isn’t your average Ezaxs. Is it any wonder his family shuns him? When a kidnapping case is dropped into his lap, Thaddeus must act fast. While most five-year-olds can cast a location spell, Thaddeus can't and is forced to get creative. When he finds himself in possession of a black market werewolf skull with a ghost trapped inside, accidentally releases the spirit, and somehow forms a connection with it, things get even crazier. Sandulf Hunter doesn’t remember dying, but he remembers the last thing he saw before everything went black -- a wizard. All wizards must die! The only problem is, the wizard standing next to him smells too damned good, so good Sandy thinks he might have to keep him. And since wherever Thaddeus goes, Sandulf finds himself yanked along, he might not have a choice in the matter anyway.

Soul Eater

About thirty minutes later he stood, shuddering and shivering, on the plateau. His breaths formed a misty cloud around him, and the wind tore at his hair.


He hadn’t been to the plateau for more than twenty years. It was a twenty-foot wide shelf in the mountains framing the south side of the city. Some wizards claimed it was hopping with power, and, years ago, many ceremonies had been held here. But the local council bought a piece of land in the woods, and wizards could book it for when they needed to perform ceremonies. It was all an attempt to look normal to the humans. They couldn’t have wizards setting up circles all over the city—especially not warlocks making blood sacrifices or sorcerers calling the dead.


Chapter 11