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

Sandy’s fangs grew, but Thaddeus only chuckled, waved the fingers on his left hand which created tiny blue sparks growing into a small wolf running up his arm.


“You’re showing off? For him?” Sandy hadn’t meant to sound so gruff, but was Thaddeus flirting with—The scent in the room changed, and Sandy whirled around in time to see Matthew’s eyes shift color. It only lasted a fraction of a second, but it had been there. His eyes had shone orange. “What the fuck is he?”


“Let me know if you think of anything.” Thaddeus offered his left hand to Matthew.


“Don’t touch him!” Sandy tried intercepting the hands meeting in an awkward shake, but he was too late. He held his breath, waiting for the room to explode or Thaddeus falling to the floor screaming.


“Anything at all. Sometimes it’s the small details no one pays attention to that are the most important.” Thaddeus smiled again and let go of Matthew’s hand.


Chapter 27