Straight out of the pages of the legendary vampire novel Dracula comes a demon hunter for the modern world.
Dracula calls him nephew.His guardian angel calls him Q.
Demons call him The Reaper. Quincy Harker is the immortal magic-wielding son of Jonathan Harker and Mina Murray from the classic novel Dracula. Today he lives in Charlotte, NC, hunting demons and making the world a safer place while making wisecracks and tossing back shots. “Quincy Harker – demon killer, monster hunter, & kin to Dracula, yeah, THIS is who i want protecting the world! I love these books.” – Academy Award Winner Whoopi Goldberg“If you love action-packed dark edged urban fantasy with mystery, humor and a lot of foul language then check this one out.” – Sharon Stogner, I Smell Sheep
Comes a Reckoning (Quincy Harker, Demon Hunter Book #8) by John G. Hartness. Release Date – 12/7/21
Preorder link – readerlinks.com/l/2190502 Series page – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08KW321YZ
EXCERPT:
I opened the patio door to let some mostly fresh air in and put a couple of bagels in the toaster to go with the coffee. I had just put some different types of shmear out, including my favorite jalapeño cream cheese, and was heading back from the kitchen with a knife when the front door opened.
“I would ask if you actually owned a shirt, but I’ve seen them, so I just assume you choose to parade around half-naked whenever possible,” Pravesh said, walking in looking ready to go conquer the corporate world in a nice pantsuit with chunky black heels and an expensive-looking briefcase. She grabbed the knife from my hand and walked to the table, looking around for the bagels.
“You’re early,” I said. “They’re still in the toaster.” As if to prove my point, I heard the bagels pop up, and turned to get them.
“I’ll get them,” Pravesh said. “You go get a shower. I hear the water running, and you smell like sex and sweat.” I sometimes forget that being a snake, her sense of smell is ridiculously strong. I was pretty sure I didn’t smell that much like sex, but you can never tell with non-humans. “I have a meeting this morning with the Secretary about DEMON and the Shaw situation, so we need to go over our stories and you need to know my plans moving forward.”
I walked into the bathroom and stripped down as Becks stood at the counter toweling off. “Pravesh is in the den. I closed the bedroom door.” Then I cranked the shower as hot as I could stand, which is pretty hot given some of the places I’ve visited, and stepped into the frosted glass stall.
“Thanks, babe,” Becks said. “I don’t think I’m quite comfortable enough in this new job to have my boss seeing all my birthmarks just yet.” She walked out of the bathroom, and I made it a point to watch her birthmarks rock from side to side as she did.
Ten minutes later, I stepped out of the bedroom pulling a vintage Four Horsemen t-shirt over my head, and said, “Okay, Pravesh. What’s going on that couldn’t wait until Becks made it into the office?”
“First, you do understand that it is customary to finish dressing before coming out into public, don’t you?”
I shrugged. “I’m dressed now.” I looked down at the boots and socks in my hand. “Mostly.”
“We have a lead on the remaining DEMON forces in the city,” Pravesh said.
“Now is that DEMON like the agency, or demon like just general assholes that come from Hell?” I asked. I wasn’t very interested in hunting normal demons at the moment, but if it was DEMON remnants, I was all about it.
“The government agency called DEMON, not demonic entities,” Pravesh replied with a roll of her eyes.
“Okay, then. Where do we go and who do I shoot?” I asked.
“Slow down there, sport,” Becks said, holding up a hand. “Let’s maybe ask a few questions before we shoot.”
“I asked questions,” I protested. “I asked who to shoot.”
Pravesh and Becks both sighed, and there was a brief knock at the door before it opened almost immediately.
Faustus came in wearing his human suit and dressed similar to me, except he was sporting a Led Zeppelin tour shirt from the 70s. I believed that Faustus saw Zeppelin in their prime. Hell, he may have had something to do with them having a prime. “Is the coffee ready?” he asked, heading for the kitchen. “And have you restocked the bar yet?”
“Yes,” Becks said. “And no. Also, it’s seven in the morning.”
“That means it’s five o’clock in Mongolia,” Faustus shot back. “But that’s irrelevant if there’s no booze. At least tell me you didn’t let Harker make the coffee again.”
“You’re batting a thousand this morning, Faustus,” I said.
“Ugh. Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers,” he replied, taking a mug down from my cabinet and pouring himself a cup.
“But they can be whiners,” I replied.
“And interrupters,” Pravesh said, trying to restore some semblance of order to the room. We let her, mostly because Faustus was absorbed in his coffee and I really wanted to know what she’d found out about DEMON. “Our intel reports that there is a small DEMON strike team holed up in an abandoned store in the University area.”
“Can you narrow that down a little?” I asked. “There are whole strip malls that have gone out of business up there.”
“I have an address. Shall we pay them a visit?”
“Get a to go cup, Faust,” I said. “We got assholes to shoot.”
“Question,” Becks said.
“Question, then shoot,” I corrected.
If you are new to Quincy Harker, the first in the series is a collection of stories — Quincy Harker, YEAR ONE: https://www.amazon.com/Year-One-Quincy-Harker-Collection-ebook/dp/B01A3TNGOO/