PRAISE FOR BROKEN SOULS
“This series is so fucking good. Blackmoore can’t write these books fast enough to suit me. BROKEN SOULS is hyper-caffeinated, turbo-bloody face-stomping fun. This is the L.A-noir urban fantasy you’ve been looking for.” – Kevin Hearne, Author of The Iron Druid Chronicles
“Broken Souls is a deliciously gritty thrill ride. I can’t get enough of Stephen Blackmoore’s warped imagination and superb noir sensibilities. This is a must-read for any fan of awesome things.” – Jaye Wells, Author of the Sabina Kane and Kate Prospero series
“Eric Carter’s adventures are bleak, witty, and as twisty as a fire-blasted madrone, told in prose as sharp as a razor. Blackmoore is the rising star of pitch-black paranormal noir. A must-read series.” – Kat Richardson, Author of the Greywalker series
“Demons and dark magic and gods of death: what’s not to like? Blackmoore’s hard-charging prose hits like a bullet fired from a cursed gun. He weaves a tale that’s not just about magic, but may itself be magic. Fast becoming my favorite urban fantasy series, BROKEN SOULS is a welcome addition to the necromancer chronicles of Eric Carter. Read this book. Read it now.” – Chuck Wendig, Author of the Miriam Black series
“Blackmoore’s bottomless imagination concocts some truly twisted, weird, bloody and deviously clever stuff in this latest novel, featuring his acerbic necromancer, Eric Carter. In a world where Aztec Mythology, dark magic and grim reality blend together, nothing is what it appears to be, leading to an adventure full of high-octane action and a number of unpleasant surprises. Best of all, Blackmoore’s chillingly good storytelling skills ensures that fans will enjoy every step of this adrenaline fueled journey” – RT Book Reviews – Top Pick for August
Sister murdered, best friend dead, married to the patron saint of death, Santa Muerte. Necromancer Eric Carter’s return to Los Angeles hasn’t gone well, and it’s about to get even worse.
His link to the Aztec death goddess is changing his powers, changing him, and he’s not sure how far it will go. He’s starting to question his own sanity, wonder if he’s losing his mind. No mean feat for a guy who talks to the dead on a regular basis.
While searching for a way to break Santa Muerte’s hold over him, Carter finds himself the target of a psychopath who can steal anyone’s form, powers, and memories. Identity theft is one thing, but this guy does it by killing his victims and wearing their skins like a suit. He can be anyone. He can be anywhere.
Now Carter has to change the game—go from hunted to hunter. All he has for help is a Skid Row bruja and a ghost who’s either his dead friend Alex or the manifestation of Carter’s own guilt-fueled psychotic break.
Everything is trying to kill him. Nothing is as it seems. If all his plans go perfectly, he might survive the week.
He’s hoping that’s a good thing.