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

“He’s standing there, waiting.” Sandy hissed, despite knowing only Thaddeus could hear him now when he was translucent, and nodded toward the door.


Sandy scowled at him. “Since when does the mailman stop to stare at your door for several minutes?”


Before Thaddeus could answer, Sandy held up a hand to silence him. “Someone else is coming.” He glanced across the living room and out the window past the small patio. It was getting dark, but Sandy didn’t think anyone was out on the lawn. He tried grabbing Thaddeus’ coat, but his fingers slid through it. With a growl, he turned to Thaddeus. “Put it on.”


Thaddeus gestured at his arm sling but shot Sandy a trickle of energy so he could grab the coat.


He helped Thaddeus get his left hand through the sleeve, wrapped the coat around his bare shoulders, and managed to button the two top buttons of the coat before his fingers turned see-through. “Now, out the patio door.”


Chapter 33