By Madelyn Alt
Maggie O’Neill reluctantly volunteers to deal with her bedridden, oh-so-perfect sister, Mel, yet unusual spirits threaten to divert her cognizance. Then a chum of Mel’s loses her husband to a dreadful fall, and the police name it an unintentional loss of life. Maggie’s no longer so definite, and units her moment points of interest on discovering a first-degree assassin.
Read Online or Download No Rest for the Wiccan PDF
Best supernatural books
Kami Glass is in love with a person she's by no means met—a boy she's talked to in her head for the reason that she was once born. This has made her an intruder within the sleepy English city of Sorry-in-the-Vale, yet she has realized how one can flip that to her virtue. Her existence seems so as, until eventually nerve-racking occasions start to happen.
The 5th e-book within the well known Souldrinkers sequence, via gray Knights writer, Ben Counter.
Theosophy: An Introduction to the Supersensible Knowledge of the World and the Destination of Man
Contents: The structure of the person; Reembodiment of the Spirit and future; the 3 Worlds; the trail of information.
3rd variation: Now up to date with global DNA map. Written via an Oxford collage professor, this booklet maps out nearly each point of the organic adjustments among assorted races. It describes species and races (subspecies); hybrids; and people theories of evolution that permit many of the teams of animals to be graded as kind of primitive or complex.
Additional info for No Rest for the Wiccan
Example text
Without a word, I reached behind the seat and grabbed the heavy utility belt and bulletproof vest he always kept at the ready like the Boy Scout he was, and handed it to him. ” He opened his door and stepped out cautiously, drawing the vest over his head and securing the thick leather belt around his waist with a quick and practiced motion. He slipped his hand into the pocket of his jeans, withdrawing a big pocket knife, which he tossed onto my lap. “Here. Just in case. Stay put. ” He closed the door firmly but quietly and moved away from the pickup with all the grace and danger of a panther on the prowl.
I think whoever was snooping around is gone. I haven’t seen or heard a thing since—” Jensen cut him off by swinging the light up and jerking his head toward the hanging . . thing. For an instant, Tom looked frozen, too, by the sight. Then he revved into action, reholstering his gun and fastening the snaps. ” Jensen grimaced. “Ho, jeez. God, I hate heights. ” “I dunno. ” “Nope, I’m on it. ” He girded his loins—well, his utility belt—shifting it around his meaty middle. Jensen did not seem to share Tom’s predilection for physical fitness.
You wouldn’t know who might be leaving this kind of thing for you, do you, Mr. ” Tom asked, his voice neutral. “I mean, it’s a weird thing for anyone to do. ” Turner lit up a cigarette, cupping his hand around the tip until it burned Devil-red in the night. He took a long drag, then blew the smoke out, his stare dragon-cold and intense. ” Tom raised a brow and stared him down, just as cool. ” Turner just shrugged. “I didn’t say that. ” A tic was making an appearance at Tom’s left temple—I knew how much he hated having his authority compromised, and he hated mind games even more—but he kept his cool.
