Harbinger P.I.

I'm the guy you come to when your spouse gets bitten by a werewolf, or your honey is kidnapped by a demon. I'm the guy who knows how to save you from an evil curse or angry vampire. At least, I was that guy until the Society of Shadows sent me to Dearmont, Maine, a sleepy town that had a zero rating on the supernatural occurrences scale. But when a woman hires me to find out if her son has been possessed by a demon at a rich kids' party, Dearmont goes from zero to hero.

Whoever said that nothing ever happens in a small town clearly never visited Dearmont, Maine. It's getting hotter than hell around here. When the dead start crawling out of their graves, you know something's up. If there's one thing I hate more than zombies, it's having my memories erased by magic. That's a real bummer, right? So when I get a chance to break the spell that's locked away part of my mind, I take it, even if it means dabbling with ancient Egyptian sorcery. Big mistake.

Zombies on Main Street. Not my finest moment. The police aren't exactly thrilled with me, but when a cold case heats up and starts to stink of the supernatural, suddenly the sheriff is in my office offering me a job. When the case hits boiling point, I'm dealing with monsters, black magic, and ritual killings. I even have to call on the two craziest witches in town for help. Things must be bad if the Blackwell sisters are my only hope for survival. Maybe I've bitten off more than I can chew.

When my old friend Jim Walker asks me to fly up to Canada and take a look at a strange murder case, it sounds like a good excuse for barbecue and brewskis. But the party gets crashed by a pit-load of demons and things take a turn for the worse. Throw a faerie queen and a couple of ancient vampires into the mix and you've got a recipe for disaster.

When a child goes missing, his mother asks me to help. After all, she believes he was taken by a monster and that’s my field of expertise. The search leads to the storm drains of Dearmont; not a good place to be when you’ve seen as many horror movies as I have. Turns out the monstrous kidnapper is also responsible for the mysterious disappearance of a patient from a psychiatric hospital nearby. And as I investigate further, I'm pushed into the waiting arms of an old nemesis.

Someone is trying to kill Charles Hawthorne, one of the richest men in Maine. And they're using magic to do it. He suspects the members of his own family and hires me to check them out. I soon discover that Charles Hawthorne has a dark secret lurking in his past, a secret that may have come back to haunt him. With an ancient wizard bugging me to chase down the Midnight Cabal and two Shadow Watch agents who want to question me about my father, things are going to get crazy.

How do you mend a broken heart? . . . Put it back into the sorceress it came out of. There's only one way to lift Mallory's death curse and Alec will do anything to save his friend.

When a case takes me to the wilderness of Northern Maine, I'm not even sure there's a paranormal angle. Two girls walked into the woods one night and only one of them came back. She's so traumatized by what she saw that she hasn't spoken a word since. The police come up empty-handed so the girl's father hires me to find out what happened. Getting out of Dearmont for a while seems like a good idea—especially when there's an ancient wizard trying to force me into using a cursed sword—so I pack the mosquito repellent and head north.

If Jason, Michael, and Freddy were merged into one being and given supernatural powers, the result would be something like Mister Scary. He's been carrying out his murders from the Shadow Land for way too long now. It's time to put him down.

Rekhmire the Destroyer wants to annihilate the world (that's usually what destroyers do) and he isn't going to stop until he's achieved his stretch goal of turning everyone into a soldier for his undead army. Not on my watch. It's time to send this walking piece of leather back to the tomb he crawled out of. But how am I supposed to do that when he's immune to all magic and weapons? A Harbinger's gotta do what a Harbinger's gotta do.

I was the guy you came to when your spouse got bitten by a werewolf, or your boyfriend was kidnapped by a demon. I was the guy who knew what to do when an evil sorcerer casts a curse on you. At least, I WAS that guy. Until I destroyed the world. Now . . . I'm the guy who's gonna save it.

Smile, and the world smiles with you. Cause an apocalypse, and the Hounds drag you to Purgatory. After the events of Final Magic, Alec finds himself in a place where life is cheap and death is a constant companion. Time to win new friends and avoid new enemies.

I'm back in Dearmont, and confused as hell. The world I left behind was on the brink of an apocalypse, but now it's business as usual. New case, new mystery, new danger. Sounds fun, right? When a mega-rich guy with a penchant for occult relics creates a televised competition to find thirteen magical bones, I'm all in. I have to win this thing to make sure the supernatural equivalent of a nuclear bomb doesn't fall into the wrong hands.