A satanist threatens the planet, and only Poe has the imagination to stop him. It is said that beneath Solomon’s glorious throne, books were buried that gave the fabled king control over life, death, and demonic power. The throne has been lost for millennia, but now one man seeks to find it, and...
He shook his head in mild disgust at the mess, then turned away and walked back to the front window to stand beside Decker. Together the two looked down at Dorian Raymond’s corpse, now lying on top of the apartment house marquee ten stories below. Several men standing around the corpse stepped as...
After slowly crossing Marisa’s living room he stopped in front of a window and peeked through Venetian blinds at the street, four stories below. “We let Raymond stick it to us,” he said. “That hurts a lot more than my cracked ribs, believe me. He led us on. And we ended up driving a car into an a...
From inside a public telephone booth on Biscayne Boulevard, Rolando, the priest, looked out at the long, dark green leaves on a palm tree to his left. When the leaves began swaying gently to the soft, invisible rhythm of a mild breeze, the priest opened the door, then stuck a finger in the warm d...
Eighty miles an hour. Speeding down an empty highway at eighty miles an hour, 6:45 on a chilly morning, bouncing around in the back seat of a small French taxi, his body tired and aching from a seven-hour night flight from Washington, D.C., to Orly Field in Paris. Shit, thought John Bolt, that’s ...