On the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, Jake McCluskie’s wife, the doc, is brutally murdered by a powerful deity, igniting the fuse to a deity civil war that only McCluskie and his partner, Detective Frank Sigorlli, can stop.
Thrilling stories dont get any better than this. Jake McCluskie is back in five epic, electrifying stories chronicled into a full-length novel that would even make the devil smile. Journey back in time with McCluskie, the most compassionate man in the world, as he battles demons, dinosaurs, and deities.
You are about to go on a road trip to 1941 with the devil's dog and his good friend, the doc. Yes Jake McCluskie is back... Mohana, a soul-eating creature from Oblivion, has reached the Well of Souls and soulless babies are now being born. It's up to Jake McCluskie to stop it. Problem is: the only weapon that can kill the creature is not in his time period. It's also in pieces and scattered about the country. With the Arms-Keeper out to kill them at every turn. Jake and the doc time travel back to 1941 to find the gun pieces. They have seven stops to make, and it won't be easy, especially with two children tagging along, one of whom doesn't have long to live.
Three excerpts from the eight stories ... Antietam I had read the cornstalks ranged between six and ten feet high; from my perspective, the stalks looked higher. The light wind eerily swayed the late summer corn, and the first slants of daylight hit the field. The glint of the sun bouncing off the bayonets chilled my blood, and with utter fascination, I watched the Confederates move about in the green and yellow of the corn like gray ants. The Time Machine The dog grinned coyly, I know what youre thinking - maybe you can get to me - and if I were you, Id be thinking that too, but shovel or not, everything is drenched in gas, even the shovel. Rex allowed his words ample time to be absorbed before adding, Youre gonna catch on fire. That cant be avoided. No matter how smart you are, you cant think of a way out. Cuz there is no way out. You are trapped. The Last Cubicle A long pause ensured as he stared into her eyes, and then he quitely asked, Why am I sitting in the last cubicle with an angel? A sheet of paper appeared in her hand and she pointed at the letterhead. Spell D.E. Mood backwards.
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