My name is Mike Raven, but the world knows me as the Shadow Detective.
Orphaned by demons at the age of ten, I have dedicated my life to keeping the world safe from nightmares. Trained by one of the greatest monster hunters who ever lived, and armed with an arsenal of mystical weapons, I battle forces beyond human understanding. Trust me, it’s not as glamorous as it sounds.
A new nightmare stalks the Cursed City...
My latest case is like nothing I’ve ever faced before. A supernatural serial killer is targeting people who he thinks represent one of the seven heavenly virtues, magically removing their skulls. The police are baffled, and that’s why they called me. What monster is collecting the skulls of the city's most virtuous citizens and what horrible black magic ritual is it all leading up to?
I’ve seen things that would terrify the most hardened homicide detective. I’ve fought crazed occultists, banished evil spirits and sent a demon or two back to Hell. But nothing could have prepared me for the wrath of the Skull Master.
For fans of Supernatural, Constantine, Hellboy, Grimm, Buffy, Jim Butcher's Harry Dresden and Larry Correia's Monster Hunter International.
Dark Urban Fantasy collides with the Supernatural Action Thriller.
Shadow Detective, Tome 5: Skull Master
Pale moonlight trickled through the church’s stained-glass windows as Father Jackson made his way down the nave toward the sanctuary. His footsteps reverberated on the stone floor of the empty church.
A deep feeling of inner peace filled the priest. Despite leading a parish infested with crime, Father Jackson maintained a positive attitude. The world might be fraught with challenges, but he and his flock would face them head-on. He’d served the creator long enough to know that nothing in this world was meant to be easy. Saving souls and making the world a better place was an ongoing struggle. It demanded sacrifice. Resilience. Dedication.
And, most importantly, faith.
When he was younger, doubt had plagued him at every turn. But even though age didn’t always bring wisdom, it did add some perspective. The advancing years had dulled his once eagle-eyed vision and grayed his jet-black mane of hair, but they had also strengthened his faith in God. The people in his parish needed him. He was their rock.
Without him, and the word of God, many of his parishioners would have felt lost and overwhelmed by all the social problems plaguing this neighborhood in need. The church had always been the heart of the community, and Father Jackson was determined to keep it that way. Come Hell or high water, he swore the New City Church would weather the storm wreaking havoc upon this beleaguered, beloved neighborhood.
Earlier today, a teenage mother had shyly set foot in his church. The poor thing had been racked with guilt and was ready to confess some of the darker feelings she harbored for her newborn. Fighting back tears, she had told him there were times when she wished the wailing bundle had never been born. She hated herself for these thoughts, but rather than repress them, Father Jackson had convinced her to confront them. After all, she was barely a child herself—it was normal to respond to a newborn with mixed emotions even under the best of circumstances. An hour later, she’d left the church with a smile on her face. That was worth all the heartache and pain which accompanied his job like a hungry shadow…
Father Jackson’s musings came to jarring halt as his eyes found the terrible sight waiting for him on the altar. It drove the air out of his lungs and he felt icy fingers run up his spine.
Who would dare…?
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