- with more exotic locations and hair-raising paranormal adventures than ever before: - A three-part serial which starts by attempting to solve the mystery of a ghost who has been haunting several hundred feet underwater, for 12,000 years or so. And then involves an immortal being who was turned half-human and beaten nearly unconscious. Only to reveal she has a twin sister who she has fought with constantly over the ages - but now has to work with her to regain her own powers and defeat an immortal enemy who has worked out how to exploit the Internet and social media to enslave all of humankind. - Plus, two additional mysteries involving an angel and an immortal goddess who need the human mystery writer John Earl Stark to solve their unsolvable problems... All in short reads that fit into the time you have to read. Delicious mental snacks that will leave you with new ideas to consider long after the entertainment is over. SHOULD HAVE KNOWN IT was too good to last. If it weren't insulting to the canine species, I'd call that priestess a bitch out loud. Frequently. And I still may. My recent work was to start un-doing many of the various organizations I'd been part of that had been making the governments on this planet unstable. Organized crime and terrorism were umbrella terms that covered most of it. I had no problem being on both sides of that coin when it suited me. People would approach me, wanting something. Bad or good, it was something they needed - for whatever purpose. If I could help them, especially if they were honestly wanting to help others, I'd do it. This chick, though, she was something else. She played the hurt, helpless chick just too well. Wanted to get her powers back that she "lost" while trapped by an evil goddess. Took her forever to undo the spell and now she just wanted to go back to helping people organize their lives better, make more money, get as famous as they wanted, blah, blah, blah. I went along with it, to begin with. Not without my doubts. But she gained my trust after awhile. Helped my straighten out some of my messes. It didn't take long for her to catch me unaware and put a crippling spell on me. One that took away half my powers. Well, on one side of me. Couldn't use that wing. Couldn't walk. Not human, not goddess. Trapped in the world in between, unable to function in either world. Trying to fight her physically just got me bruised and scratched and cut on that side. Because that side was now very human, unclothed, and vulnerable. The fight was fast, brutal, and I was half-unconscious before I knew it. The other half of me was in a red haze. Where this witch had come from, I didn't know. Her language was old, real old. And her powers were based on gods older than my parents, or at least as old. John finally found me. I don't know how. All I knew was hearing his voice as I went in and out of a dark blackness...