THOU SHALT NOT SUFFER ROWAN GANT TO LIVE...No good deed goes unpunished, but that hasn't stopped me yet. My name is Rowan Gant. I'm a Witch with an unfortunate gift--I can hear the voices of the dead. Not just any dead, mind you. I hear the spirits of murder victims. Personally, I think of it as a curse. The cops, on the other hand, consider my uncommon talent an invaluable investigative tool, which is why I often work for them as a consultant. Too often, unfortunately, and believe me, it is taking a serious toll... Just over one year ago I was called in to help the Major Case Squad track down Eldon Andrew Porter, a spree killer determined to resurrect the Witch hunts, trials, and executions of the 15th century. He left a string of tortured bodies and screaming souls in his wake, and then he turned his violent attentions to me. Fortunately, I survived our face-to-face encounter, though just barely. After that, Porter disappeared--vanished without a trace--and he stayed that way. Until now, that is... Eldon Porter is not the kind of fanatical sociopath who simply gives up, and to be honest, I never believed he would. I've been expecting this all along. Now he is intent on giving me a one-way ticket to Hell, with an extended preview right here on Earth. But he should make no mistake--if I'm going, I have absolutely no intention of taking the trip alone. If I have to kill him before he kills me, I will. Whatever it takes, I am going to end this...

The Law of Three: A Rowan Gant Investigation

Literature & Fiction

Sellars, M. R.

Genre Fiction

E.M.A. Mysteries

THE WITCH AND THE DEAD They say dead men tell no tales. I really wish that was true, because the dead tell me more than I ever wanted to know. My name is Rowan Gant. I'm just an average guy...well, except for the fact that I'm a Witch. That last part is the reason I'm the go-to-guy for the local cops whenever a murder is a little beyond the pale and they need a consultant with knowledge of the Occult. I didn't actually want the job, but apparently the job wanted me. It all started when I was asked to decipher some symbols found at a crime scene. The police needed answers, and as it turns out so did I. You see, fate being what it is I had a personal connection to the victim when she was still among the living. It gets worse, though... The images in the crime scene photos gave me a sick feeling that the killer wasn't finished. I could see--even feel--what was coming next, and it was not going to be good. In fact, it was going to be downright evil...

Harm None: A Rowan Gant Investigation

Mystery, Thriller & Suspense

Mystery

Never Burn a Witch: A Rowan Gant Investigation

Never Burn A Witch: A Rowan Gant Investigation

THEY BURN WITCHES, DON'T THEY? Take one part twisted sociopath and add a double shot of psychosis-fueled misinterpretations of Bible scripture and prophecy, then toss in a copy of a fifteenth-century Witch hunting manual known as the Malleus Maleficarum. Mix well. What do you get? An even more twisted sociopath who now believes he is on a divine mission from God to single-handedly resurrect the Inquisition of medieval Europe--and he is armed with the instructions for doing so. Set him loose on the world and he becomes a serious problem. Set him loose in Saint Louis and he becomes my serious problem. My name is Rowan Gant. The police call me their "Occult Practices and Alternative Religions Consultant." That is just their media-friendly spin on what I really am--that being the unofficial Witch of the Major Case Squad. You see, there is a bit more to me than just a cranium filled with arcane knowledge of religious history and the occult. I also have this unwanted affliction--I can hear the voices of the dead. To be specific, I hear murder victims crying out to me from the dark hereafter. The more heinous their deaths, the louder they are. Not all Witches can hear them. I'm just unlucky that way, I guess.At any rate, you can rest assured, given the torture and murder spree this latest psycho is on, the din inside my head right now is damn near unbearable...

Perfect Trust: A Rowan Gant Investigation

PERFECT TRUST: A Rowan Gant Investigation (Book 3)DEAD I AM, DEAD I AM...Apparently coming toe-to-toe with two different spree killers in less than two years can cause you to suffer from PTSD--or so they tell me. I suppose I can't really argue the point since I actually do have all of the associated symptoms. Unfortunately, I have even more trauma and stress coming my way, courtesy of a serial sexual predator that is prowling Saint Louis, and he has just added homicide to his resume. I know this because a dead college cheerleader told me all about it. I guess that last comment sort of begs an explanation, doesn't it? To make a long story short, my name is Rowan Gant. The spirits of murder victims talk to me--actually, scream at me would be a better description. The police seem to find this curse of mine useful, so they call me in to help out from time-to-time. On the paperwork it says I'm their "Occult Practices and Alternative Religions Consultant." That's the fancy title for the brass and the media; not that they're fooled, mind you. Everyone knows that what I really am is the unofficial Witch of the Major Case Squad. But back to those voices... Some are louder than others. Some are more insistent that I help them move on. And others...well, others are downright demanding and won't take no for an answer. They do more than just talk. They crawl inside my skin, and then things get really weird. Like right now with this dead cheerleader, for instance. She takes demanding to a whole new level, and ever since she showed up I haven't been feeling at all like myself. To be honest, I'm not sure I even know who I really am anymore...

My name is Rowan Gant, and it has been far too many days since I have heard the voices inside my head... No, I'm not insane-at least I hope I'm not. Actually, what I am is a Witch with a rare talent, even for Witches. I can hear the voices of the dead-murder victims, to be specific. Personally, I consider it less a talent and more a curse, especially given all the grief it brings me. But the cops think otherwise, which is why I find myself consulting for them on a regular basis. In fact, the running joke is that they should just go ahead and give me a badge. I sometimes fear they might make good on that threat. However, like I said, it has been a while since any dead people have so much as given me the time of day. I'll be honest, even though I never really wanted them to talk to me in the first place, now that they have stopped it seems almost like a piece of me is missing-a big piece. As fate would have it, at the same time I've become persona non grata with the dead, it looks as if a serial killer is at work in the St. Louis area. The murders are pretty heinous, too, and that's just the sort of thing that usually turns the rumbling chatter of the victims into a deafening roar and a blinding migraine for yours truly...but not this time, and I have no Earthly-or even unearthly-idea why. What I do know is the Major Case Squad could benefit from my help on this, but I've got nothing to give them. Nothing at all... Unfortunately, it seems that there is now someone else with my rare affliction instead of me. I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but I want my curse back...

Crone's Moon: A Rowan Gant Investigation

I have this unusual problem on my hands-a female serial killer...a female sexual predator serial killer, to be exact. That makes her not only unusual, but incredibly rare as well. She has an intense appetite for sadistic kink when it comes to the demise of her prey, and she definitely doesn't constrain herself to just "whips and chains," if you get my meaning. I'm sure you are wondering what makes her my personal problem. Well...that's kind of a long story, so I'll just give you the high points. My name is Rowan Gant, and I'm a consultant for the Greater Saint Louis Major Case Squad. It's a sometimes rocky partnership, but in general the cops find me useful to have around since I can hear the voices of the dead. Talking to "ghosts" is a bizarre affliction, yes, even for a Witch like me, but I've learned to live with it-sort of. Mind you, I'm not at all happy about this curse of mine, but it's not like I have any say in the matter. I didn't choose it... It chose me. The worst part, though, is that every single time I help the police with a case, the psychic garbage that comes along with it follows me home. And, that brings me back around to the homicidal sociopath in high heels. There is more going on with her than just your average crazy, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is. Not yet, anyway... I'm pretty sure that's why I've got an extra bad feeling about this one-a very extra bad feeling. In fact, I think this mess is going to do more than simply follow me home. I think it is planning to move in...

Love Is the Bond: A Rowan Gant Investigation

How about this for a dark night of the soul: I'm angry, I'm confused, I'm exhausted, I've been betrayed, and the one person who matters to me more than my very life has been taken away-all because I listen. I'm Rowan Gant, and I'm a Witch who has the misfortune of being able to hear the voices of the dead. Not just any Witch can do that, but rest assured I don't consider it a gift. Truth is, I think of it as a curse, and I'm not at all happy about it-especially right now. You see, I've been using my unwanted ability for several years to help the police track down the really bad guys. The worst of the worst... Spree killers, serial killers, you name it. I've purposely dragged myself through the depths of Hell time and time again, all for what I saw as the greater good-stopping deranged killers and saving innocent lives... Now, after all that, the cops I've helped are turning their backs on me. My best friend-former best friend now-just walked my wife out of our house in handcuffs. She is being charged with a homicide he knows damn well she did not commit. I do too, because I know my wife. Besides, I know exactly who the real killer is-Miranda. But, the cops aren't listening. In fact, they won't even talk to me. I've become persona non grata to the law enforcement community that once came to me for help. So I guess I'm going to have to find this Miranda bitch all by myself. Maybe that's a good thing, because I'm not playing on their team, then I'm not playing by their rules anymore either...

All Acts of Pleasure: A Rowan Gant Investigation

Getting lost is easy when you chase shadows in the dark, but when you do it on your own, with no official sanction, and on unfamiliar ground, getting dead can be an even bigger worry. Post-Katrina New Orleans is a far cry from Saint Louis where this all began, and chasing a twisted, Hoodoo-magic-practicing, female serial killer here, then playing hide-and-seek with her throughout this flood-ravaged city isn't something I'd normally consider doing... However, here I am, with no authority, no backup, and breaking all the rules-including my own. What can I say? We do what we must, and for me, this goes beyond a mere imperative. The life and sanity of someone I hold dear hinges on it. My name is Rowan Gant. I'm a Witch with an unfortunate curse-I can hear the voices of the dead. As you probably guessed by the fact that I call it a curse, I'm not overly fond of the affliction. It brings me nothing but grief, including a second career consulting for the police to help track down killers, mostly because the dead people who do the loudest talking are the victims of those very same killers. But this time it's different. I'm off the books, and the cops aren't very happy about that. I'm also chasing someone who appears to have even more clout with the dead than I do, and that definitely doesn't bode well. However, she made a big mistake-she came after my wife. When she crossed that line, she started something I don't think she expected. Now, I'm going to finish it, even if she kills me...

The End of Desire: A Rowan Gant Investigation

Hell has a way of changing a person; I'm proof of that, because I've spent the last several years there-figuratively, of course-although I sometimes wonder if there really is any difference. Am I living proof? Well, that remains to be seen. I'm alive, yes, but I'm not sure I'm what you would call living. My name is Rowan Gant, and I'm a Witch. Unfortunately, I'm not just your average, run-of-the-mill Witch. I'm afflicted with a horrible curse-I can hear the voices of the dead. Murder victims for the most part... The more heinous their deaths, the louder they scream inside my head, and that's my E-ticket ride on the proverbial "lake of fire." Trust me, skip it and go for the roller coaster. The voices in my head are also why I used to have a love-hate relationship with the police. Most of them thought I was certifiable, and to be honest, I'm not so sure they were wrong. A few were more open-minded about my ability. Even so, love me or hate me, they all agreed on one thing-I cleared cases for them. But, that was then... I'm retired now, and I'm putting all of that behind me. They say the candle that burns twice as bright burns half as long... If that's true, I must have burned like a blowtorch, because I've got nothing left to give; not even a spark. I just want to go back to normal. I want to return to the days before the spirits of the dead started using me as a marionette in the world of the living. So, like I said, I'm retired now, or that's what I keep telling myself, anyway. You see, there's a little snag in my new life plans-apparently the dead won't accept my resignation...

Blood Moon: A Rowan Gant Investigation

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