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!**
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
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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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