Douglas jotted down notes furiously. He wished that he was more surprised by this information, but it explained a lot. They are on my laptop in my car. But the most telling email may be the last one he sent.
Tallow scratched his head and gave him an embarrassed look. It was a couple weeks after that before I found out he had gone missing. It was the first time since they had sat down that she had stopped knitting. So many awkward questions and it seemed so. So I just packed up my things and came out here. It was one of the first things I told him to do when we started talking. A good journal gives a detective a way to go back and learn from his mistakes. Also, sometimes your first impressions on a case are the most correct ones. How about we start by searching his room? We are just weeks away from the release of my new book.
I just received the cover from Andrew Tell, the narrator of my audiobooks and the the cover art designer for the Kindle edition of Noose Jumpers. He has done fantastic work here. He has a few more tweaks to do, but he gave me permission to post it here. Now for those of you who have not been following along, Tallow Jones: Wizard Detective is the first book in a new series.
I originally started writing Tallow Jones back in the summer of I had this idea burning in my mind of a wizard who used magic to solve crimes. I grew really excited about it and began to write. I got about eight chapters in before I began to hit a bit of a wall with the narrative.
I was really ticked at first. I thought my wizard detective idea was a new one and wondered if the concept had already been done. So I hesitantly picked up some of the Dresden books and started to read. To my relief, they had very little in common other than that the main character was a wizard in a modern day world. I did end up enjoying the Dresden books by the way.
Nevertheless, I put the story to the side. The story is already partially written. Some of you may recognize the name Tallow from the Bowl of Souls books and that is because I mentioned him a few times to lay the groundwork for this series. Hint:In Troll King At any rate, let me tell you a few things to built up anticipation and perhaps assuage the fears that some of you may have. Thank you very much! I hope you are excited about this story. I am excited to share it with you! I will answer anything I can without giving away spoilers!
There are more to come. Reginald is a sentient earth elemental bound to what appears to be a regular river rock. The palm-sized rock he abides in is painted with a crude face that changes expression depending on his moods. His powers are great and mysterious. How Tallow came to possess him is unknown. She is eight-years-old and fiercely smart. She has curly black hair and a mean knitting addiction. She lives with her father, Detective Douglas Jones, and her year-old brother, Asher Jones, who has gone missing.
All 17 Hrs and 23 Mins of it. Andrew Tell did an amazing job with the narration, bringing the characters to life. Find out how the Jharro Grove Saga ends! Please post in comments when you get it and tell me what you think! You can use the contact form at the top of the page or just email me at brotheredge gmail. I know it has taken a bit longer than expected. But the narration for Behemoth has been finished. We have submitted the finished audiobook to Audible and Itunes and now we just wait for it to be available.
They say it can take business days, but let me know the moment you see it. I am excited to get this book into your ears! Andrew did a fantastic job portraying the climax of the Jharro Grove Saga. This is not the end of the Bowl of Souls series, though. But before I begin that new saga, I am making a slight sidestep. My next book will also be set in the same universe as the Bowl of Souls but it could be categorized as a contemporary or urban fantasy. It is called Tallow Jones: Wizard Detective.
I hope everyone is doing well and enjoyed Behemoth. I am finishing up chapter 15 of my next book, Tallow Jones: Wizard Detective, tonight. My hope is to get this book finished and available on Amazon some time in September. I figured that since I am heading towards the final stretch of this book, I would give you a preview of it. It is fun writing about the magic system of the Bowl of Souls series set loose in our modern world. I may post a third chapter as we get closer to the release date.
Thanks and please let me know what you think! Sleeping while on stakeout was frowned upon, but everyone did it from time to time. He just walked in the building. He was a big burly black man. Not obese, but substantive. He looked like the type of person that would emerge the last man standing from a bar brawl and he could wear that persona when the situation merited.
The two plainclothes officers were parked on the second floor of a parking garage just up the street from the building they were watching. The parking garage was mostly empty and their position gave them a perfect view of the place. It had the added benefit of keeping them in the shadows and out of the oppressive Atlanta sun. The guys at the precinct had a bet going on about how long it would be before Douglas broke his promise. So far he had stuck to it, but if anything was going to break his composure, it would be his son skipping school and heading into a dangerous part of the city.
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I told him not to wear that stupid shirt before I left this morning. It pictured Jackie Chan jump-kicking his way out of the open door of the trademark blue police box, trailing a long striped scarf behind him. Asher had ordered it online and was endlessly amused by the looks of bewilderment on the faces of people that were not fans of both obscure Jackie Chan films and Doctor Who. Ross snorted. And at a place like this?
Douglas tore the binoculars back from his partner and peered back at the building. Every city had its bad parts of town and Atlanta, Georgia had more than most. Gang violence and theft had plagued this particular area for years. The establishment they were staking out was a low-end travel agency. The building it occupied was overly large for their needs. It had once been an office park and there were room for ten or more businesses, but this travel agency leased the whole place.
The police had received tips about heavy van traffic pulling up to the loading docks at the fenced-in rear lot of the property at all times of the day and night. Douglas was certain it was a drug front, but they needed more evidence before they could do anything about it. Douglas shot a worried glance at his partner. They had both been cops far too long to rely on that. Asher was seventeen, a high school senior. He was already starting to envision a double life for the kid.
Weed hidden in the vents in his room. Maybe ecstasy or meth. Douglas let out a slow breath. Asher is a good kid. Grades are good. No anger issues. Douglas had refused to let Asher have a cell for many reasons. One was that it seemed crazy to him that teenagers should have their own cell phones. His generation got along fine without them and these new smart phones were basically just pocket video game devices in his opinion.
Douglas shook his head. If both of us go it could blow our cover. Believe me, there will be no acting involved. He trotted down the stairwell to the bottom floor of the parking garage. It was only mid-May and already ninety degrees. He had lived in Atlanta for ten years and still was not used to the combination of heat and humidity. There were only three cars in the fenced-in rear lot and a single car parked in the lot outside the building.
It struck Douglas once again how odd it was that a place like this could stay in business. The only thing he had been able to think of was that they relied on internet sales. The silhouette of an airplane flew under the outdated logo. He rethought his earlier hypothesis. This was not the logo of a company that used the internet. Douglas pulled the front door open and was greeted by a rush of air conditioning followed by the scent of cheap industrial cleaner.
He stepped into a short hallway bracketed by wood paneling and a worn orange carpet leftover from the early eighties. This place had probably been considered fairly posh when it was built. Now it sat as a sad example of age and bad taste. The hallway opened into a small lobby area with a reception desk in the corner. There was Asher, standing at the desk talking at a vacant-eyed receptionist. Where Douglas was of medium height and had a thick muscular build, Asher was tall and lanky.
Asher called it a trilby. He had an easy smile on his face. Douglas got a good look at the receptionist for the first time. Douglas pushed the feeling away, turning his attention back to his truant son. He watched Asher laugh and flirt with this woman that was at least twenty years his senior and his anger rose another notch. He walked up to his son and placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. He gulped and turned, his smile withering on his lips. Asher cleared his throat. Look up rates for Caribbean cruises?
Behind Asher the receptionist had stood from her chair and loomed over the desk, her arms hanging limply at her sides. She was taller than she had seemed at first glance, probably six feet tall. Asher glanced back at her. Look, can we talk about this somewhere else? You are grounded from computers, videogames, and TV for the foreseeable future. Asher winced. This was the only punishment that held any weight in his world. Douglas paused a moment, his hands clenched at his sides.
He had never struck his son in anger. Asher really knew how to push his buttons. The receptionist had stood quietly during the exchange without changing expression. Douglas turned to apologize to her before he left. She cocked her head and her hideous smile grew larger still. Instead of an apology, Douglas gave her a polite nod and followed his son out the door. He could feel her eyes burning into his back as he walked. The blazing heat outside shook all thoughts of the receptionist from his mind.
He lowered his voice. Douglas shot him a silencing glare and motioned for Asher to follow as he stomped across the street. Asher shuffled along behind him, a scowl etched into his narrow face. They headed up to the second floor of the parking garage. Detective Ross was standing next to the car smoking a cigarette when they arrived. Your dad almost swore twice when he saw you go in that building. I need to get Asher back to school. Test my hair. Have me piss in a cup if you want. Douglas glanced over at his partner.
He put them in the envelope and tucked it back into his jacket. Not drug deal money. Search my stuff all you want. I would never sell that stuff to anyone. Ross shrugged and got back into the car. The next few minutes were spent in awkward silence while Asher stared at the ground muttering to himself and Douglas stood wrapped in a haze of rage. Douglas and Asher got into the car Jacobs had brought and headed towards the school. They drove in silence for a solid minute before either of them spoke. Douglas scoffed. Am I going to get a big surprise when your final report card comes?
I could fail all my classes but English and still graduate! I just took them for fun. He was right. Asher had tested out at genius level. All the kid seemed to care about was following what ever interested him at the moment. Douglas grunted. I know how smart you are. But ever since your mom died, you have changed. You used to-.
His temper had been quite short lately, he knew that. His wife Mary had died early in the previous year. The pressures of being dad and mother along with adapting to his recent promotion to detective had taken their toll on his relationship with his children. When I get home from work tonight you will tell me everything. Asher paced back and forth in front of the kitchen phone, twisting the long cord in his fingers. If you get nervous, just circle the block for a while. Asher glanced back to see her standing behind him in the doorway to the kitchen.
He frowned at her and raised a finger to his lips. I need your help here. I told you, my dad has the car. Aarin, please? Asher slammed the phone down into the cradle and leaned back against the wall. He crossed his arms, a scowl on his narrow face. Agatha was as unlike her brother as her father was.
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At eight years old, she was one of the shortest kids in her class. She had a cute round face topped with a mass of black curls. However she was every bit as smart as her brother, a fact that she seemed determined to prove at every possible moment. You just needle him too much. Easy for you to say. He glanced over at her again for a moment and his scowl faded. Their mother had been a casual knitter and Agatha had taken it up soon after her death. It seemed everywhere she went, the eight-year-old had a set of needles in hand. Asher already had three scarves and two pairs of mittens.
Their dad had several hats and a set of knitted gun holsters that Asher was sure would never leave his top drawer. Her fingers never stopped moving as she spoke, the needles clacking together as yarn spooled from a bag tied at her waist. She loves cephalopods. He had to have the weirdest little sister in the world. He came back down the stairs a few minutes later having changed his clothes. He now wore a gray shirt and a black hoodie and his pockets were filled with the items he might need. He entered the kitchen and opened the drawer next to the fridge where he emptied a narrow black box.
There were three twenties inside. He kept an ear out for the door in case his father came home. Douglas usually came home late, especially on nights when there was a lot of paperwork involved. The children were used to it. Their father had been a police officer all their lives. But if he was going to be too late he always called.
Douglas filled the narrow box with money every month in case the kids ever needed to call for delivery when he was working late. They used it as needed and he never asked questions. Until this evening they had never given him reason not to trust them. She had started loading the dishwasher. The tentacled mass of her knitting sat on the counter next to her.
Hopefully it was enough money for a cab there and back. Whaddya want? She always answered the phone that way. Douglas thought it was cute. Asher found it annoying. Uh huh. Okay, bye. Love you too. If dad gets home before me, tell him I will be right back. Asher sighed. No one was messing with their house.
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Asher grinned at her. I know what you are really doing with those things all day; practicing your yarn-fu. She looked at her knitting needles on the counter. Asher saw a slight grin appear on her face as he shut the door. Asher shut the door of the cab and watched it speed away, a sense of foreboding settling in his stomach. The sun was nearly set. With its departure, a cool breeze blew along the street dispersing the heat that had pounded down earlier in the day.
The breeze should have been refreshing. Instead, Asher shivered and pulled up the hood of his hoodie. After he was finished he would have to walk back several blocks to a busier street to get a cab for the ride home. Of course that would mean spending the rest of the pizza money he had stolen.
Maybe he would just find a pay phone and call his dad to pick him up and take his lumps early. The street was empty but for drifting pieces of litter. Long shadows leaned from every building along the street. It was something he hated about living in the city. He could walk three blocks to the north or south and be on safer streets. But a few steps away from where he stood, anything could happen. If he yelled out no one would come. He was truly alone. He had prepared for this moment. He had a plan in place. His hoodie and shirt were neutral colors. No gang member would have reason to threaten him.
He was tall now, a senior in high school. From a distance, he looked like an adult. He did not look like prey. No, he could very well be the predator. The long shadows were his friends.
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He needed to use the darkness to pass along the streets unnoticed. He strode across the street and walked down a dark alleyway, going over his plans in his mind. First he needed to see if the police were still watching the travel agency. The far side of the alleyway opened up across the street from the parking garage that his father and his partner had been parked in earlier that day.
The stakeout car was still there. He could just see the hood of it protruding up from behind the concrete barrier. Asher headed back down the alley and crossed the street again, away from the view of the police. From that point of view they could see the entrance to the rear lot, but not the loading dock itself. He doubted that there was another team watching the rear of the agency. His father had made it sound like they were the only ones on watch. Still, he was careful to keep an eye out for other possible cars being used as watch points.
He took the long way around, darting down alleyways and making sure that he was never in view of the car in the parking garage. Asher was feeling pretty confident by the time he made it to the fence at the back of the travel agency. The sun had set and it was mostly dark now, the sky faded to dark blue. It was nearly A perfect time for his venture. Now he just needed to get inside.
He walked to the point where the fence touched the side of the brick building and crouched in the shadows. On the other side of the fence he could see a short gravel driveway in the back of the property that led from the employee parking to two loading docks that were bracketed with a dumpster on one side and a metal door on the other. His goal was the doorway that was bathed in yellow light from a dimly lit bulb above. On second inspection that still seemed to be correct. He pulled his Leatherman out of the pocket of his hoodie. It was a useful all-in-one tool with pliers, a knife and scissors.
His dad had given it to him for his sixteenth birthday. He would be furious to find out what he was planning to use it for now. Asher opened the tool and found that the wire cutting part at the base of the pliers was barely wide enough for the thick chain-link fencing.
Asher squeezed the short handles of the tool with all his might and finally clipped through one piece of wire. A car came down the street. He huddled in the shadow by the building as it passed, rethinking his plan. Cutting his way through the fence would be a painful process. Besides, it was going to take too long. He lifted at the bottom of the fence and was surprised to see that it was fairly loose.
He could lift it a few inches off of the ground. The street lights came on as he finished clipping the fifth wire up from the bottom. A pool of light came down from above, compromising his hiding place. Thankfully, there was now just enough of a gap at the bottom of the fence for him to slide his way under. For once he was grateful for his wiry build. He grunted as he shoved his way under the fence on his belly, feeling the cut wires snagging on his hoodie as he pushed through. He made it to the other side, scratched and covered with dirt, but undiscovered as far as he could tell.
Encouraged, he pressed himself up against the side of the building and ran to the dumpster at the side of the loading dock. He crouched behind the dumpster, his nose wrinkling at the horrid stench that came out of it. Flies buzzed all around it, active even in the night.
The metal was rusted through at the bottom corner and a brownish fluid had leaked out. The light from the doorway at the other side of the dock illuminated the area just enough that Asher could make out the squirming of maggots in the fluid. There was more than just office supplies in there. And not just discarded lunches either. Asher had been part of a service project once during his failed attempt at boy scouts a few years earlier. They had helped clean up dead animal carcasses off the side of the highway.
Asher gagged at the thought of what might be in there. He shook his head and focused on the doorway. He would definitely tell his dad about this when he got home, though. Asher placed his back up against the loading dock and slid towards the rear door of the building, staying in the limited shadows left by the foam pads that surrounded the dock doors. Then, as quickly as he could, he stretched his arm out into the pool of light and grasped the handle of the door. A gentle twist told him that it was locked.
He withdrew his hand and cursed silently. The possibility that the owners of the building would have forgotten to lock the door was a long shot, but he had let hope creep in. Now he had to try the set of lock picks that he had in his back pocket. Douglas would be pissed if he knew he had them. Picking locks had become an obsession for Asher. He had researched the subject for weeks online before purchasing the set he had. He had practiced on multiple doors at home and at school until he felt that he was pretty good.
He was confident that given enough time, he could open this door. It was a simple single handle with a lock. There was no deadbolt. No security card scanner. Another oddity about this place that made his skin crawl. His main concern now was the light above the door. It would leave him too vulnerable while he worked. He was tempted to chance it, but decided against it. He would have to break the light. The small flashlight he carried would discreetly provide all the light he needed to work on the lock. The question was what to break it with? He headed back to the dumpster.
As much as the thought of looking inside terrified him, perhaps there was something in there that he could use. As he reached the dumpster, a set of headlight beams shown across the employee parking lot. Someone was at the gate. He heard a door open and the blaring sound of Spanish music as someone worked the chain. Asher darted behind the dumpster and peered around the edge to see a white van pass through the parking lot and turn into the short loading dock driveway.
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I'm fed up of this stupid cliche, where a guy follows a stupid girl who thinks she knows better than everyone else, into mortal danger. I'm pissed off how they followed this stupid girl. Also, it looks like this is borrowing from Merlin, The Wild Hunt, etc. So far I'm not enjoying it. I think I like Larson's Scifi more than his fantasy. Umm, who is this fourth person young River folk? That is I'm fed up of this stupid cliche, where a guy follows a stupid girl who thinks she knows better than everyone else, into mortal danger.
That is a big typo, if it is one. I don't know if it's because the starting of the second had a little history lesson, but this guy being lead by his breaches, and absolving this idiot girl of every wrong she committed is pissing me off. I haven't read books this cliche in ages. If I didn't love the undying Mercenaries I would drop this book like a hot potato. He was warned multiple times, and showed nothing but bravado when it was implied that the ground was dangerous. He called the guy a coward and went to sleep.
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