INTRODUCING A DARK URBAN FANTASY SERIES: Follow necromancer Eric Carter through a world of vengeful gods and goddesses, mysterious murders, and restless ghosts!
“Demons and dark magic and gods of death: what’s not to like? . . . [Eric Carter is] fast becoming my favorite urban fantasy series.” —Chuck Wendig
Necromancer is such an ugly word, but it's a title Eric Carter is stuck with.
He sees ghosts, talks to the dead. He’s turned it into a lucrative career putting troublesome spirits to rest, sometimes taking on even more dangerous things. For a fee, of course.
When he left Los Angeles fifteen years ago, he thought he’d never go back. Too many bad memories. Too many people trying to kill him.
But now his sister’s been brutally murdered and Carter wants to find out why.
Was it the gangster looking to settle a score? The ghost of a mage he killed the night he left town? Maybe it’s the patron saint of violent death herself, Santa Muerte, who’s taken an unusually keen interest in him.
Carter’s going to find out who did it, and he’s going to make them pay.
As long as they don’t kill him first.
“Demons and dark magic and gods of death: what’s not to like? . . . [Eric Carter is] fast becoming my favorite urban fantasy series.” —Chuck Wendig
Necromancer is such an ugly word, but it's a title Eric Carter is stuck with.
He sees ghosts, talks to the dead. He’s turned it into a lucrative career putting troublesome spirits to rest, sometimes taking on even more dangerous things. For a fee, of course.
When he left Los Angeles fifteen years ago, he thought he’d never go back. Too many bad memories. Too many people trying to kill him.
But now his sister’s been brutally murdered and Carter wants to find out why.
Was it the gangster looking to settle a score? The ghost of a mage he killed the night he left town? Maybe it’s the patron saint of violent death herself, Santa Muerte, who’s taken an unusually keen interest in him.
Carter’s going to find out who did it, and he’s going to make them pay.
As long as they don’t kill him first.
Book Details
Format:
eBook
Price:
9.99 CAD / 7.99 USD
Published: 2013-02-05
ISBN: 9781101635247
Imprint:
DAW Books
Page Count: 256
Praise for the Eric Carter series:
"Blackmoore can't write these books fast enough to suit me. Broken Souls is hyper-caffeinated, turbo-bloody, face-stomping fun. This is the L.A.-noir urban fantasy you've been looking for." —Kevin Hearne, New York Times-bestselling author of The Iron Druid Chronicles
"Demons and dark magic and gods of death: what's not to like? Blackmoore's hard-charging prose hits like a bullet fired from a cursed gun.... Fast becoming my favorite urban fantasy series, Broken Souls is a welcome addition to the necromancer chronicles of Eric Carter. Read this book. Read it now." —Chuck Wendig, author of Blackbirds
"Eric Carter's adventures are bleak, witty, and as twisty as a fire-blasted madrone, told in prose as sharp as a razor. Blackmoore is the rising star of pitch-black paranormal noir. A must-read series." —Kat Richardson, author of the Greywalker novels
"Broken Souls is a deliciously gritty thrill ride. I can't get enough of Stephen Blackmoore's warped imagination and superb noir sensibilities. This is a must-read for any fan of awesome things." —Jaye Wells, author of the Sabina Kane series
"Blackmoore employs Chandleresque prose to smoothly incorporate a hard-boiled sense of urban despair into a paranormal plot, with occasional leavening provided by smart-aleck humor. Urban fantasy readers will appreciate the polished, assured writing and hope for a bevy of sequels." —Publishers Weekly
"Gritty, emotional and phenomenally imaginative, Blackmoore’s sophomore book is a pitch-perfect success.... Snappy, sarcastic yet heartwrenching style that defines the best noir narratives.... With wonderfully inventive paranormal elements, readers are sure to get lost in Eric’s journey and enjoy every moment of the ride, emerging at the end hungry for more." —RT Reviews (top pick!)
"Stephen Blackmoore’s Dead Things is a demon punch to the face. It will make you sit up and notice. Or fall down spitting out broken molars. Don’t mind the bloody drool, either way you’ll be smiling." —Pulp 300
