Detecting Magic
Detecting
Magic with Dick Hunter:
The
Mort des Hommes Files
by
A. Jarrell Hayes
Genre:
Paranormal Crime Mystery
What
begins as a routine missing person case for Seattle's best private
investigator, Dick Hunter, turns into a personal vendetta against a
cruel murderer. The murderer, Mort des Hommes, happens to be a hell
spawn possessing powerful magic.
In
order to solve the case and avenge a death, Dick Hunter has to take a
crash course in magic from the angelic Amie, and gather magical
animal familiars in order to battle and defeat Mort des Hommes.
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Detecting
Magic with Dick Hunter:
The
Demonic Dozen
Detective
Dick Hunter is back!
Dick
and comrades defeated Wicked Jinn Mort des Hommes in a climatic
battle at the Gates of Hades. Though stopped of his ultimate goal of
world domination, Mort was able to release twelve demons into the
world--and Dick Hunter blames himself.
To
put an end to the demonic threat, Dick Hunter and Amie--a former
Pleasant Jinn and Dick's current lover--accompany an old friend,
Pleasant Jinn Guy, across the country on a demon hunting spree. More
action, adventure and wisecracks await in the next installment in the
genre-bending, fourth-wall-breaking Detecting Magic with Dick Hunter
series.
**Releases
March 7th, 2017!**
{Excerpt} Detecting
Magic with Dick Hunter: The Mort des Hommes Files
By A. Jarrell Hayes
When I recall what I
saw that day, I can scarce but wonder why I didn’t go insane. On the ground was
the body of Mr. Hollis, bloody and torn but still barely alive and breathing.
He was twitching on the grass like a chopped up inchworm. One arm was detached
from the rest of his body, the hand clinched into a fist. Dangling freely from
his torso was his intestines, pulled out from a huge gash in his lower stomach
area. Blood flowed freely from many wounds. Blood splattered Mr. Hollis’ face,
too; and by the looks of things, it was his own blood at that.
There was a man
looming menacing over his tortured body: a white gentleman about a decade into
AARP membership, slim and in good shape, with cold blue eyes and a tuft of
white hair sticking out from under his smoke gray derby hat. He’s wearing a
black suit with a white shirt and simple black tie, a long gray wool coat over
his suit. He held a spear in his right arm, the tip of it pointed at Mr.
Hollis’ forehead.
I couldn’t simply
stand and watch the murder of a man without attempting to stop it, so I pulled
out my sidearm and aimed it at the old man that looked like a reject from The Godfather movies. “Drop the spear!” I ordered.
The old man looked at
me as if he hadn’t noticed that I was there beforehand. A sinister and arrogant
smile formed across his pale face. He spread open his arms as he faced me—he was
daring me to shoot him!
I wasn’t going to
shoot him as long as he didn’t threaten me. I was hoping he wouldn’t, because
that would be a heck of a lot of paperwork to fill out at the police station. I
was hoping that he would let go of the weapon he borrowed from Fred Flintstone
and allow me to apprehend him and call the police. But, of course, life’s never
that easy, right?
The old fart turns
and aims the spear at me, putting me in a tight situation. I have the more
deadly weapon, so if I shoot and kill this old man, it might appear to be an
act of abusing my gun privileges. If I don’t shoot, I’ll end up with a spear
through my neck. I did the only logical thing I could do: I shot the old man in
his shoulder.
The first shot seemed
to do nothing to the old man. I had excellent aim, and I was close enough to
the target that even if my aim sucked balls I still would’ve hit him. But there
was nothing on the old man, not even a scratch.
I fired three more
times, all with the same results as the first. It was as if the bullets, as
they drew closer to him, ceased existing.
That’s when the old
man gazed at me with his wicked smile, and, not even looking at his victim on
the ground, rammed his spear through Mr. Hollis’ temple. He removed the spear
with a jerk. Brain chunks and blood splattering everywhere. He winked at me and
slowly turned to walk away. I fired two more rounds, without hitting him, until
the old man vanished. That’s right; he vanished, like a specter or hologram.
My mind was having
trouble making sense of the nonsense that just transpired. One thing I did know
was that Benny-boy wasn’t in such good shape. I had to be quick. I dashed to
the body and dropped to my knees. I stared at the corpse.
I shook my head at
the dead body and whispered, “Why did you die? What did you die for, man?” I
sighed and then walked over to where his arm lay. I lifted it up to rejoin it
with his body. As I did so, a pebble and a pack of matches fell from his grasp.
I placed the arm across his chest and retrieved the fallen pebble and matches.
The matches were from some place called Amie’s House of Spirits; I placed both
items in my coat pocket. That’s when I heard the police sirens and decided to
disappear from the scene of the crime before I spent the rest of the night answering
questions at the precinct.
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Find
out what happens next in Detecting Magic with Dick Hunter: The Mort des
Hommes Files. Claim your copy at: https://www.amazon.com/Detecting-Magic-Dick-Hunter-Hommes-ebook/dp/B004P8JXD8/.
Person.
Storyteller. Work-in-progress. A. Jarrell Hayes began writing at a
young age; his first books being handwritten and illustrated stories
similar to the Choose Your Own Adventure titles he loved. In 2004 he
published his first two "official" books, Heart and Soul of
a Thinker (poetry) and Crowning of the Good King (fantasy). Since
then, he has written seven poetry collections, four fantasy novels,
three short story collections and a handful of chapbooks. His work
has appeared in over 20 publications, online and in print. His visual
art has been on display at the Baltimore Museum of Art (BMA) and the
Eubie Blake Jazz and Cultural Center in Baltimore. He began
publishing poetry under the name A. J. Hayes in 2013. A list of his
published works is available here.
In
2013 he founded a small publishing press called Hidden Clearing
Books, LLC (now closed). He has judged contests for the
aforementioned press and for the Maryland Writer's Association. He is
a freelance editor and book consultant (hire him here).
He
currently lives in Maryland. He invites you to subscribe to his free
eNewsletter and contribute to his Patreon.
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