Parallel Visions: City of Angels City of Demons now available

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Parallel Visions: City of Angels City of Demons ebook and trade paperback available on Amazon (or here).
The question of whether Vance was dead or not became more than academic when he found himself in a bathtub up to his chin in ice water like some forgotten cocktail garnish, a demonic woman standing over him, and no memory of how he got there.
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The Red Rook, sequel to Dispensing Justice and the second novel of Nova Genesis World is now available for Kindle or as a paperback at Amazon.
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Read free chapters of The Red Rook here (or get it here). -- Fritz Freiheit

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“My name’s Vance Coreman and I see things that other people don’t.”
The question of whether Vance was dead or not became more than academic when he found himself in a bathtub up to his chin in ice water like some forgotten cocktail garnish, a demonic woman standing over him, and no memory of how he got there. But that question was one among legion, because what memories he did have were as comforting as a blackjack in the dark. So it wasn’t surprising when he found out that trouble was his business, and business was kicking his door down.

I'm delighted to announce that Parallel Visions: City of Angels City of Demons is available as an ebook and trade paperback on Amazon. If you'd like a taste before committing, you can read eight chapters here starting with the first chapter.

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“My name’s Vance Coreman and I see things that other people don’t.”
The question of whether Vance was dead or not became more than academic when he found himself in a bathtub up to his chin in ice water like some forgotten cocktail garnish, a demonic woman standing over him, and no memory of how he got there. But that question was one among legion, because what memories he did have were as comforting as a blackjack in the dark. So it wasn’t surprising when he found out that trouble was his business, and business was kicking his door down.



I examined the evidence of my hasty retreat to the bathroom while wondering why the furniture wasn’t crushed and burned as it so evidently had been in my involuntary memory. A black jacket that matched my soaked pants had been thrown over the chair. A pair of black leather shoes and a wallet lay on the floor next to it. I picked up the wallet. As I straightened up, a horned figure dressed in a dark brown business suit coat and tie appeared next to the bed in a puff of yellow-white smoke. He was naked from the waist, his goat-like legs covered with shaggy brown fur nearly identical in color to the suit jacket. He had a slim black briefcase clasped in his left hand.

“Ah, Mr. Coreman,” the demon said with a shark-like toothy-grin. “I’m glad to have caught you at home.”

I glanced at Miss Doolittle looking for some sort of sign that this sort of intrusion was to be expected.

“Mr. Sneed,” Miss Doolittle said, her voice cold. “If you need Mr. Coreman to sign papers, you really should make an appointment with me.”

Mr. Sneed turned towards Miss Doolittle, his toothy-grin still firmly attached to his face. “I apologize, Miss Doolittle,” he said, not sounding apologetic at all. “But given the state of Mr. Coreman’s account, this really can’t wait.”

Intrusion it was, and despite my standing there in soaking wet underwear, it didn’t look like Mr. Sneed was going to be put off. “Fine. What papers do I need to sign?”

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