So now I’m a Ghost Hunter, too?
I’m not too fond of demons, but I’d rather deal with a demon than a ghost. Ghosts were once human and guess what? Most ghosts are NOT your friends.
And no, I can’t martial arts them to death.
And I can’t kill them with my sword. Is killing a ghost even possible?
If I had known what that foolish girl unleashed, I would have never gone to that house in Queens. So now I have to deal with a ghost, a girl who calls demons, and the demons themselves.
Honestly, I need another me.
Immortality sounds romantic, right?
You’ve probably heard stories about faeries, werewolves, a vampire or two.
But I’m sure you haven’t heard stories of someone like me.
Born into slavery.
Cursed with immortality.
Turned into a demon hunter.
And that was just the first eighteen years of my life.
Hunting demons is already tough work. Finding a dead body at one of their gatherings does not make that work easier. So now I have to solve a murder and fight whatever has the demon world in an uproar.
Nope, nothing romantic here.
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No Mammies Here (A Kush Nation Novella)
In the aftermath of a biological war, humankind is only decades from extinction. The world's most powerful countries have collapsed, and nations rigidly divided along racial lines have arisen. One of those nations is the Kush.
When Emmie finds an infant on her doorstep, her quiet life comes to an abrupt end.