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

“But…The women? You’re the Angel Maker.”


Grim bowed. “We’ve already discussed my art, but I’m glad you like it.”


“Not really, but thanks for confessing. Again.”


“Are we starting?” Albert moved closer to Jaecar, but his eyes were trained on Grim. There was something off with him, almost as if he was fading like Sandy. His body was gray and frail but appeared solid. His eyes—Thad shuddered, they were more dead than alive, and he appeared unaware of the people around him. He didn’t look at Jaecar and Ric, his gaze slid off them or saw through them.


Grim sighed. “I’d hoped you’d be more excited about this.”


Thad looked at Leo. Couldn’t they arrest him and do all this talking at the station?


“Maybe I would be if I understood what it was we were doing. I came down here to rescue twelve missing women before you turned them into angels.”


Chapter 55