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Watcher of the Dark: A Jeremiah Hunt Supernatual Thriller

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by Joseph Nassise

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A Jeremiah Hunt Supernatural Thriller

New Orleans was nearly the death of Jeremiah Hunt, between a too-close brush with the FBI and a chilling, soul-searing journey through the realm of the dead that culminated with a do-or-die confrontation with Death himself. But now Hunt is back and on the run in Watcher of the Dark.

But when he performs an


A Jeremiah Hunt Supernatural Thriller

New Orleans was nearly the death of Jeremiah Hunt, between a too-close brush with the FBI and a chilling, soul-searing journey through the realm of the dead that culminated with a do-or-die confrontation with Death himself. But now Hunt is back and on the run in Watcher of the Dark.

But when he performs an arcane ritual to reclaim the soul of the magically gifted, beautiful woman who once saved him, he must flee the law once again, to Los Angeles, city of angels, a temporary sanctuary.

In L.A., he has to contend with Carlos Fuentes, who sees in Hunt a means to obtain the mystical key that would open the gates of Hell. Fuentes knows Hunt's weakness—his loyalty to the woman he loves, and to another "gifted" friend—and uses the real threat of torturing them as a way to get Hunt to help complete his dread quest.

Hunt has learned a lot since his life was irrevocably hijacked by fate months ago. But when his friends are threatened by the supernatural predator known as the Preacher, Hunt knows that all his newfound experience and ability will go for naught unless he can keep both the Preacher and Fuentes at bay long enough for him to somehow find a way to free his friends from mortal peril.

Joseph Nassise delivers another thrilling novel in his dark, urban fantasy series, the Jeremiah Hunt Chronicles.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Jeremiah Hunt (star of Eyes to See and King of the Dead) returns in a formulaic, fast-paced paranormal thriller that’s long on snappy commentary but short on smarts. This time Hunt is in L.A., where he’s picked up by an ill-assorted quartet of thugs, including a bombshell Russian dame who can swallow spectres whole. Their leader is Carlos Fuentes, evil-minded magister of the city’s paranormal elements. Fuentes forces Hunt to join the gang, which is seeking pieces of something called the Key. Fuentes plans to conquer L.A.; Hunt plans revenge on Fuentes. Hunt is mostly along for the ride, narrating all manner of spectacular encounters but serving no purpose in Fuentes’s (or Nassise’s) plot. The gee-whiz smorgasbord of ghouls is a lot of fun, but the book as a whole is forgettable. Agent: Joe Monti, Barry Goldblatt Literary Agency. (Nov.)
From the Publisher

“[A] fascinating world. [Grounds] the paranormal elements with very human relationships and frightening, real dangers. With snarky humor and impressive attention to detail, Nassise creates hauntingly beautiful nightmares that will enthrall longtime readers and no doubt earn many new fans.” —RT Book Reviews, 4 ½ stars, Top Pick!

“Nassise manages to fill in new readers without getting mired in exposition, all while creating a world that feels authentic and accessible, even when the otherworldly action reaches fever pitch.” —RT Book Reviews on King of the Dead

King of the Dead proves that sequels can be every bit as good, as fresh, and as compelling as the first book. Eyes to See was brilliant; King of the Dead is that and more. Few writers can truly frighten their readers. Joe Nassise terrifies us all.” —Jonathan Maberry, New York Times bestselling author of Assassin's Code, on King of the Dead

“This is a fine, hardboiled book. Eyes to See offers up a style of dark urban fantasy that will readily appeal to fans of John Connolly and Charlie Huston.” —Charles de Lint, Fantasy and Science Fiction on Eyes to See

“Gritty, grim, yet surprisingly personal and poetic, Eyes to See is like nothing else in its field. Make time for this one.” —Seanan McGuire, New York Times bestselling author of the October Daye series on Eyes to See

Eyes to See is a great read and unlike almost anything else I've read in Urban Fantasy: It's hardboiled and dark, as if Cornell Woolrich had written an urban fantasy. Definitely its own beast. Damn, this man can write! I thoroughly enjoyed it, and I'll be standing in line for Book 2.” —Kat Richardson, bestselling author of the Greywalker paranormal mysteries on Eyes to See

“A spellbinding dark urban fantasy that will haunt your nightmares and memories for a long time after you finish reading it.” —Douglas R. Cobb, author of The Case Files of Lily and PAWS series on Eyes to See

Kirkus Reviews
Another adventure for Harvard classics professor–turned ghostbuster Jeremiah Hunt (King of the Dead, 2012, etc.). Having traded his sight for his supernatural abilities, Hunt is virtually blind in daylight but can see in total darkness and also perceive ghosts and other more malevolent entities. From New Orleans, where he survived the clutches of the FBI and a confrontation with Death, he arrives in Los Angeles only to be grabbed by Carlos Fuentes, the city's magical head honcho. Fuentes wants Hunt to work for him and threatens, convincingly, to torture and kill Hunt's friends and allies, the witch Denise and Dmitri the shape-shifter, if he refuses. Fuentes, it seems, wants to find a mystical key that will unlock one of the gates of hell. The problem is, Fuentes' predecessor and hated rival broke the key into three pieces for safekeeping and hid them. Worse still, the malevolent entity known as the Preacher shows up and demands that Hunt give him the key once he locates it; it's not an obligation Hunt can ignore, since he owes the Preacher for his help in a previous adventure. The narrative moves briskly, with plenty of white-knuckle moments, magical battles, a point of view that sticks firmly with the first person and a wisecracking noir tone. So, it's easy to disregard the rather absurd plot and often baffling motivations--after all, when you open up a gate into hell, what does anybody expect will happen next? Won't disappoint series fans. Curious newcomers should find it entertaining enough.
Library Journal
Jeremiah Hunt, a man who traded normal eyesight for the ability to see spirits, finds himself in trouble when he attempts an arcane ritual to reclaim the soul of a comatose woman who once saved him. Fleeing to Los Angeles, he encounters Carlos Fuentes, a powerful man with great magical ambitions, who "persuades" Hunt to track down a key that will open the doors to Hell. VERDICT Hunt is an intriguing urban fantasy hero. His complicated personal life and his physical limitations make for unusual plot twists. Fans of Kat Richardson's Greywalker series should appreciate this title, along with its predecessors Eyes To See and King of the Dead.

Product Details

Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date:
Jeremiah Hunt Chronicle Series, #3
Edition description:
First Edition
Product dimensions:
6.60(w) x 9.50(h) x 1.02(d)

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I bolted awake in the shitty little motel room I’d been calling home for the last three weeks, with my heart jack-hammering in my chest and my skin coated with a thin sheen of sweat. The room was as dark as an oil slick thanks to the way I’d taped the drapes, already as thick as medieval tapestries, against the wall behind them to keep out even the faintest glimmer of light. In that darkness, however, I had no trouble seeing Whisper standing beside my bed, watching me with a flat expression on her usually animated face.
Whisper’s real name was Abigail Matthews. She’d been dead for a little over three years. Not that that was a problem for me; I can see the dead as easily as I can see the living.
Once upon a time, I was just an average Joe living the American dream. Life might not have been perfect, but you wouldn’t have caught me complaining. I had everything I’d always wanted. I was married to a good-looking woman who loved me as much as I loved her. We owned a house and a good-sized piece of property in a nice little neighborhood in Boston, not far from the law firm where my wife Anne had made partner and within easy commuting distance to Cambridge where I was on the fast track for tenure as a professor of ancient languages at Harvard University. We had a bright, precocious daughter, Elizabeth, who was the best of both of us combined into one. We were happy, content, and as oblivious to the reality of the world around us, to the dark things that move within it, as an ant is to the theory of relativity.
We were living the dream, so of course reality had to rear up and bite us on the ass.
Our daughter disappeared one day, just vanished without a trace from her second-story bedroom. I later learned that she’d been snatched by the supernatural equivalent of the man with a thousand faces: a doppelganger, or fetch, as they were sometimes called, that could take the form of any creature with which it came into contact. That took five long years and what felt like a lifetime, though. In the beginning there was just confusion, guilt, and a desperate need to find Elizabeth and bring her home.
In the aftermath of Elizabeth’s disappearance I’d tried everything I could to discover what had happened to her. When, after a few years, I’d exhausted the usual methods, I’d delved into more esoteric ones. Things like divination, witchcraft, and black magic. That’s when I met the Preacher.
To this day, I’m not sure what he is. Sorcerer? Demon? Something worse, maybe? I honestly don’t know. Not knowing hasn’t stopped me from bargaining with him for what I want, however. He’s appeared to me twice and each time his assistance has proved crucial in resolving what seemed like an insurmountable problem, but, like Faust before me, I always paid a price.
The first time that he appeared, the Preacher offered me a book claiming that its contents would help me find my daughter if I was brave enough to follow it. Inside that book I discovered an arcane ritual, one that was supposed to allow me to see that which was unseen. I performed the ritual, but it didn’t work out quite the way I’d expected. Rather than helping me locate my missing daughter, it altered my sight, changing it in a way I never would have imagined possible. From that day forward daylight has been like darkness to me, the light preventing me from seeing anything but endless vistas of white, like an arctic explorer caught in the whiteout of a winter storm. In the light I was effectively blind and was forced to learn how to navigate through a world I could no longer see.
What was even more terrifying was the fact that the change stripped away the Veil that keeps humans from seeing the true nature of the creatures that move among us like wolves among the sheep and revealed the supernatural world around me in all its hideous detail. The world is a cesspit full of creatures you can’t possibly imagine, all waiting to devour the hearts, minds, and souls of those careless enough to get in their way.
That night I discovered the monsters in our world and they, in turn, discovered me.
It was Whisper who rescued me from the near-paralyzing fear that the discovery had caused. She’s been my comfort, my rock, which is rather ironic given she’s no more substantial than a wisp of fog on a cool summer night.
I hadn’t seen her since the night I lay dying in a New Orleans drainage canal with an FBI agent’s bullet in my guts, when she and the ghost of my dead daughter, Elizabeth, had appeared to me in a vision, showing me the horror about to descend on the Big Easy.
She’d played the harbinger of doom that night, and, given my current reaction to her appearance and the expression of concern on her usually jovial face, I had to believe she had now returned for a repeat performance.
*   *   *
Whisper stared at me with those ancient eyes, eyes that had seen far more than I could ever imagine, and then she spoke.
“He’s coming, Hunt,” she said, in a voice that dripped omens and shook with an angel’s might. “Run. Run while you can.”
My mouth fell open in shocked surprise; in the three years that I’d known her, Whisper had never said a single word. I hadn’t even known she had the ability to speak.
The raw power in her voice had the hair on the back of my neck and arms standing tall in response, and I realized that in that moment I was afraid of her. The fear, her message, even her very presence had totally flustered me, and it took a few seconds to wrap my head around it all. I must have looked like an idiot, propped there on my elbow with my mouth hanging open, but finally my brain caught up with what was happening and her words registered.
I sat up and swung my legs out of bed, suddenly, irrationally afraid of the emptiness of the room around us, as I asked, “Who? Who’s coming, Whisper?”
She glanced toward the door and then back at me, a look of such empty sadness on her face that I wanted to weep at the sight of it.
“Too late,” she whispered and then abruptly faded from view.
No sooner had she vanished than the door of my hotel room was kicked open with a splintering crash.

Copyright © 2013 by Joseph Nassise

Meet the Author

JOSEPH NASSISE is the author of the internationally bestselling Templar Chronicles and has been nominated for the Bram Stoker Award and the International Horror Guild Award. Watcher of the Dark is the third Jeremiah Hunt Chronicle in the series that began with Eyes to See and King of the Dead. He lives in Phoenix, Arizona, with his wife and four children.

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