Best-selling author David Chase has unknowingly written a story that parallels a gruesome but real-life terrorist attack. He becomes the key suspect of an intense CIA investigation. The man known only as the Urban Healer, an underground cult figure born with extraordinary powers of the senses and an uncanny ability to heal, saves Chase's life from an assassination attempt. As fugitives, they flee across the country in a desperate search for answers in a race against impending apocalyptic doom.

In the San Juan Mountains of Colorado, Scott Garrison's peace is shattered by troubling visions calling him to the ancient Anasazi burial grounds. On his quest to unravel the dreams, he accidentally discovers a secret military compound where terrifying events are unfolding.

Cliff Lightman's computer whiz son, Sky, has disappeared after hacking into a police database to research an old unsolved murder case. And Avery Kord, Sky's mentor and multi-billionaire boss, is implicated in the murder.

Margaret O'Mara is desperate to find her missing brother, Joe Colleran. She doesn't have a clue or a dime, and she hasn't seen her brother in 30 years. The last she heard, he was running a bar in Florida with an old war buddy, Michael Minogue. But when Minogue is discovered murdered on a Chicago pier, Margaret asks P.I. Paul Whelan to look into it.

There is a dark underside to the sunny city of St. Augustine, Florida. An ancient evil is awakened in the Tolomato Cemetery, and is intent on stalking and destroying the citizens of the town. The evil creature, a Shiru, was believed to be a mythical beast from ancient Indian legend. The legend says the Shiru once roamed the earth attempting to mate with the women of the local Indian tribes in an effort to breed, but the Indians recognized the danger and hunted them down, destroying their hideous deformed offspring.

In a small town where doors are left unlocked at night, everyone knows your name, and alcohol is strictly forbidden, it's difficult even for a teenaged boy to get in trouble. But 15-year-old Mark Stoddard has his ways, and with the help of his best friend Ferret and Ferret's newly arrived tomboy cousin TJ, Mark is determined to spice up his summer, and win the respect of his older brother Jess, the local deputy sheriff, by catching a local bootlegger, an evil old man with a deadly grudge against Jess...and wielding a switchblade.

"....I didn't like it. But hey, that's what I'm hired to do. I deal daily with murder and mayhem. The real problem was when I had to go undercover and UNCOVERED in a nudist camp, or as they called themselves 'naturalist'. Now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing against naked, especially when it comes in the form of one gorgeous blond tomato, but how did they expect me to protect anyone, when I have nowhere to conceal my gun?"

Private investigator Paul Whelan works out of Chicago's seamy, gritty Uptown, an immigrant neighborhood full of vagrants, runaways, and all too often, murder. Whelan is asked by an elderly woman to locate a runaway boy that she had once taken in. After inquiring from his sources, he finds out that the boy was a runner for a burglary and car-theft ring, and three former members of that ring have been found murdered in the past month.

It is called Crota...and it has awakened. Sheriff Skip Harding is called out to investigate a double homicide unlike any he has seen before. The bodies have been torn to pieces in the woods. Some think it's a bear. But others whisper something different. "It is the Crota," they say, - the great beast of Native American legend that one day will reawaken. Now that day has arrived.

There were 12 of them. Bottoms, that is. Au naturel. The most eye-wrecking collection of derrieres ever to pop out of a printed page - the "WOW' pin-up girls...one for each month of the year. No faces, no names, not even swaddling clothes...just September, October, December, like that. Man, you should have seen January - every inch a torrid zone. And wouldn't you know I'd get to work through the whole calendar? Well, they don't call me Shell Scott for nothing.