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

“Ric?” His voice wasn’t more than a whisper.


No one spoke, then Ric cleared his throat. “Halloween.”


Sandy’s heart stopped for a second, then it beat in a stuttering tattoo. “I thought so.” He turned to Thaddeus. “Had Grim been there, I would’ve remembered him…I think.” But who had it been in the shadows? Had there been shadows, or was the dark in his mind?


A heavy silence settled over them as Ric parked the car. Large trees surrounded them and ahead was a rock wall. It wasn’t big and the forest had almost swallowed it, but there was an old rusty door.


“Okay, how do we play this?” Leo’s gaze swept over them one at a time.


The niggling feeling of them walking into a trap wouldn’t let go of Thad, but he had no evidence, and Pickering had sounded genuine—scared, but only an idiot wouldn’t be scared when dealing with Grim.


Chapter 53