Faustus Resurrectus (Donovan Graham)
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 1597804053
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
When Donovan Graham, newly-graduated occult scholar, helps the NYPD investigate a man killed by scorpions in a midtown hotel, he learns the world is far stranger and deadlier than his studies ever suggested. Evidence forces his academic skepticism to give way to astonished belief that ancient evil exists, and the more he investigates, the higher it rises to overshadow the normality of his life. Can he save those he loves from its power?
In a Central Park overrun with madness, a suave sociopath seeks to achieve his darkest desires by tearing apart the world. Battling him through death and beyond, Donovan risks his soul to learn reality is flexible, and even the impossible can be had if a high enough price is paid...
Faustus Resurrectus. Evil Is Forever. Death Isn't.
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others of the borough or as historical as those in Manhattan, it’s a peaceful tract where polished headstones extend a hundred and fifty yards or so back from the street to a hill topped by thick trees. A single serpentine path winds through the well-maintained grounds, past crypts, wooded plots and memorials dating to the early 1900s, before circling back on itself and returning to Victory Boulevard. The morning was cold and lonely as Donovan stood above the freshly covered grave. He’d been in
our apartment walls with pages from the Bible?” He shook his head. “Just in the movies.” “Good.” She swiped at the corner of her eye with a fingertip. “I’m sorry, it’s just…I don’t know what to think.” “About what?” “Reality. I thought my place was with you, but now…” He took a deep breath, and then he took another. “What happened on the Great Lawn?” she asked. He started to reply and was forced to stop by a sudden influx of cement into his chest. She waited patiently. He couldn’t look at
because of that fact. Do you understand me? The only reason I have even tolerated this much is that you put your own life at risk to save another man.” “And I showed you the astrology link was the starting point here.” “‘Starting point’ isn’t ‘finish line.’” Fullam’s face hardened. “Explain to me why the Capricorn victim was hung with a stainless steel chain and a noose made from a vicuna sweater instead of a rope.” “Is that what the sweater was? Vicuna?” “Got the lab results an hour ago.”
“Worked up an appetite, went running this morning.” Not necessarily in that order. “I don’t know how many sandwiches I can eat just now. That dinner last night was superb.” The priest waved him to the chair opposite his book-covered desk. “Faust,” he chuckled. “Appropriate wine for you of all people to sell.” “Weird coincidence, the wine and Cornelius Valdes.” Donovan sat. “Don’t you teach that there are no coincidences? That God doesn’t play dice with the universe?” “I stand by Einstein’s
waited for an affirmative before flipping down the front of his motorcycle helmet. “Hang on.” He rode the Vulcan up Eighth Avenue and around Columbus Circle. Picking his way through the traffic of some sort of construction project that involved concrete cinder blocks and wrought-iron fence spires, he followed Broadway uptown, towards 106th Street. He parked on 106th and West End Avenue. Central Park West was three cross-town blocks away. It would take a few minutes to walk to the Cancer Hospital