The Year is 21XX…

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When the black-tie metal band Crowley’s Thoth imploded, nobody hoped for a reunion. The apparent resurrection of Christabel Crowley under a new name did not change this. Nevertheless, a reunion is necessary, for Isaac Magnin has been murdered and all three members of the band have motives that make them prime suspects.

Isaac Magnin’s death was part of the plan, but allowing the demon he imprisoned under Antarctica to run amok while the people best suited to oppose it stand trial for murder wasn’t. If they cannot clear their names by sharing their secrets, Magnin’s death will only be the beginning.

The truth sets no one free. The lies Morgan Cooper, Naomi Bradleigh, and Christabel Crowley told themselves and each other are the lies that define them. The fate they made for themselves is upon them. Can they rebuild their shattered harmonies?

A year after the breakup of Crowley’s Thoth, its members meet on the night of the Winter Solstice to figure out how it all went wrong, only to learn that the truth sets no one free.

I abandoned work on this novel because of plot issues and because my father’s cancer diagnosis and eventual death made it impossible to write.

Morgan Cooper knows that Isaac Magnin is behind the trafficking of devil-killer rifles and the attempted coup d’état in Boston, but he can’t prove it. He must therefore pin upon the smoothest criminal he’s ever faced a charge that he can prove. Wage theft and the possible disappearance of a scientist in Magnin’s employ will do nicely.

Saint of Traitors was an attempt at writing a sequel to Without Bloodshed that ended up derailed by COVID-19.

A guilt-ridden young man seeks absolution from a therapist who wouldn’t grant it even if he were qualified to do so. The only hope for atonement is a return to the scene of the crime.

I remember writing this the night after my wife’s last chemotherapy session. I was wired and couldn’t sleep, so I ended up going to my study and bashing out the first half of this story.

All Naomi Bradleigh wanted after her latest breakup was some time away from home. But her inability to ignore rumors of unsolved disappearances in a rural town made her trip the working vacation from Hell.

Michael Chapman is about to launch the biggest venture of his life. Whether he succeeds or fails, the consequences will be earth-shattering, but there’s one person would rather not see the earth shattered…

Nobody likes somebody who shows up late for a holiday celebration, but at least this time Morgan Cooper has a good excuse. He was making sure somebody else got home in time for the holiday.

Morgan Cooper wanted a real mission, not something any Adversary could handle. For his sins he’s gonna get one good and hard. But when it’s done he’ll just turn around and want another one.

Morgan Cooper must prove he isn’t the Phoenix Society’s assassin by taking down Alexander Liebenthal without bloodshed. The hard part is that he’s guilty as sin.

Before Morgan Cooper can take his oath as an Adversary sworn to uphold individual rights, he must face a final ordeal: a nightmare sequenced from his own memories and the obedience experiments of Stanley Milgram.

The people of a newly resettled town have stumbled upon one of the old empire’s darker secrets, left festering since Nationfall. Now its guardian is out for blood, steadfastly determined to carry out his final orders, and Naomi Bradleigh must stop him.

After I submitted Without Bloodshed for publication in 2012, my editor clamored for some insight into Naomi Bradleigh’s past and youthful misadventures.

Morgan’s search for answers after the murder of his ex play into the hands of an immortal sorcerer-scientist who became a demon to fight demons. Only by seeing the world between the lines and facing his nature can he face the real threat to everything he cherishes, but don’t mistake Morgan Cooper for a hero: he only stepped up because somebody had to and nobody else would.

This is my trunk novel, the gonzo science fantasy monstrosity that I ended up mining for material when I wrote Without Bloodshed and Silent Clarion.