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by Steve Higgs (Author)
How do you fight a wizard? You don't. You die.
The city of Rochester is in the grip of fear, a terrifying wizard killing at random just for the fun of it.
But is he? Or do the victims have something very specific in common? They each received a business card before they met their ends and Tempest Michaels soon discovers the dead are not the only ones to have been contacted. He has clients lining up, all of them convinced they could be next.
Are they connected? Is there a reason why the wizard chose these people?
Well, that's for England's number paranormal P.I. to figure out. But can Tempest Michaels match a man who can command the elements and kill with a thought?
No, probably not, but then Tempest doesn't believe in magic and his plan mostly involves punching the wizard in the pants.
Get ready for absolute bedlam!
'There isn't a series like this anyway in the world. The author's imagination is truly remarkable and I laugh so hard at his books I've almost given myself a hernia.'
Author Biography
When Steve Higgs wrote his debut novel, Paranormal Nonsense, he was a captain in the British Army. He would like to pretend that he had one of those careers that must be blacked out and generally denied by the government, and that he has to change his name and move constantly because he is still on the watch list in several countries. In truth, though, he started out as a mechanic - not like Jason Statham in the film by that name, sneaking around as a hitman, but more like one of those sleazy guys who charges a fortune and keeps your car for a week even though the only thing you went in for was a squeaky door hinge.
At school, he was largely disinterested in all subjects except creative writing, for which he won his first prize at the age of ten. However, calling it the first prize he won suggests that there were other prizes, which is not the case. Awards may yet come, but in the meantime, he enjoys writing mystery and thriller novels and claims to have more than a hundred books forming a restless queue in his mind because they are desperate to be written. Now retired from the military, he lives in southeast England with a duo of lazy sausage dogs. Surrounded by rolling hills, brooding castles, and vineyards, he doubts he'll ever leave, the beer is just too good.
