Preternatural Affairs

My name's Cesar Hawke. I'm a witch working for a division of the government you've never heard about. The world's not what everyone thinks it is - unless you think that our world's a pawn in a game of chess between Heaven and Hell, and riddled with as much magic and wonder as it is with evil. In that case, the world is exactly what you think. My place of employment - the Office of Preternatural Affairs - takes a modern approach to an ages-old problem.

Volume two of the Preternatural Affairs series. This boxed set contains Shadow Burns, Deadly Wrong, Ashes and Arsenic, and Once Darkness Falls.

There are scratches on Cèsar Hawke's arms, a discharged Glock on his coffee table, and a dead woman in his bathtub. Yeah, maybe he brought the waitress home for some fun-he was too drunk to remember it-but he knows for a fact that he didn't kill her. He's an agent with the Office of Preternatural Affairs. He doesn't hurt people. He saves them. The cops disagree. Now Cèsar is running.

Former private investigator Cèsar Hawke has one rule: He doesn't deal with dead bodies. That's why he enlisted with the Magical Violations Department in the Office of Preternatural Affairs. He's happy tracking down witches that commit petty crimes, but he leaves the homicides to other agents. Except that he's been assigned to a new team-a team that handles special investigations-and the job has suddenly changed. Now Cèsar has to deal with dead bodies.

A killer is mutilating bodies in Los Angeles. Agent Cesar Hawke is on the case, but the murderer is ahead of him - way ahead of him. Wiping the memories of the dead so that the team's necrocognitive can't talk to them? Done. Preventing magical reconstruction of the crime scenes? Oh yeah. And the murders keep getting more brutal while Cesar struggles to catch up.

When more than a dozen people die at a retirement home, the official story is carbon monoxide poisoning. Cèsar Hawke is convinced the reason is less mundane and more infernal. But that's his job. As an agent working for the Office of Preternatural Affairs, he's always looking for supernatural answers to deadly questions. Isobel Stonecrow agrees to help him find the truth. With her powers of necrocognition, she can speak to the dead and get the real story.

Isobel Stonecrow's life has an expiration date: One month, two weeks, four days, and six hours remaining. When she signed a contract giving her soul and memories to a demon named Ander, she didn't expect that she would ever have to face termination. But now Ander is dead and she'll be following suit if she can't find a way to dissolve the deal. Too bad she can't remember anything from the time before she signed the contract.

Agent Cèsar Hawke is in his element when he’s investigating magical crime. And with his boss out of town, Cèsar gets to pick which cases he works on. He’s bent on doing nothing involving demons, zombies, or fallen angels this time. Instead he’s going to find the witch who used magic to rob a bank.

The worst case scenario has happened: Reno, Nevada, has fallen to demons. Someone at the Office of Preternatural Affairs screwed up. As the lead of a secret internal investigations team, Agent Cesar Hawke needs to discover who is responsible. And then he needs to kill them.

Cèsar Hawke works for the Office of Preternatural Affairs, and until now, his detective work has been a secret to the nation. But a Senator has been publicly assassinated in Washington DC…by a demon. Now America knows that the preternatural are real. Everyone knows it's real. The doomsday clock is ticking. A change is coming. And if Cèsar doesn't stop the Apple cult from sating their bitter thirst for power, then all Americans will end up fodder to feed hungry angels. 

My name's Cèsar Hawke, and the people in my life are filled with good intentions. We all know where that ends up. A fissure to Hell has ripped from Las Vegas to Los Angeles, and now half the City of Dis is in my hometown. Helltown's hotter than ever. Demon dynasties are on the rise. Nightmares are out to get me. Staying alive means forgiving people I've kicked out of my life, it means getting vicious with magic, and yeah, it means I'm dealing with dead bodies. Lots of them.