Devil Redux (The Seattle Coven Tales Book 6)

She Came Back from the Dead—Now Vengeance Follows

After a decade of wandering without memories or magic, witch Maara Chandler uncovers the chilling truth: her grimoire holds the secrets to who she was—and why she died. With the help of an elder witch, Maara awakens the ancient goddess Ishtar and heads for Seattle, where her past—and her killers—await.

What begins as a search for answers becomes a brutal path of reckoning. As Maara’s power returns, so does her fury, and the Metcalf family stands in her way. With an ageless demon by her side and blood in her sights, Maara’s revenge may cost more than her enemies expect.

DEVIL REDUX is book six in the award-winning Seattle Coven Tales, a dark blend of contemporary horror and mythic terror that asks: how far will one witch go to make the dead remember?

Start reading Devil Redux today and experience the supernatural series readers call “a must-read.”

Excerpt from the book

November 30th, 2015

Kevin Trudeau stopped shoveling and stared at the gold ring he’d uncovered in the slimy muck. He and a half-dozen other workers from Clean Scene were clearing out the basement in the old Rainier Brewery, a place more recently known as Old Lutherfud’s Brewery and Banquet Hall. Clean Scene had submitted the winning bid to clean and restore the place after the police gave the okay. They all signed nondisclosure agreements to work this gig, but the pay was good, so four guys and two gals agreed to be a part of the crew.

Alice Turner, a heavy-set forewoman with a ladystache, had met them at the service entrance to the old building, currently closed because of the issue they were going to address. She told the group to put on hazmat suits, boots, respirators, and eye shields. As they put on their gear, she spat a stream of tobacco juice onto the pavement and then gave them some background on the job.

“A while ago, a herd of people died in the basement of this place. Seems one of the huge brewing tanks burst open during an event and killed everyone in the crowded room.”

“Drowning in beer doesn’t sound half bad,” Kevin quipped and got whoops of approval and backslaps from the other guys.

“Well, maybe not.” Turner spat out the wad of snuff she’d been talking around. She wiped her mouth on the arm of the hazmat suit she already wore. The tobacco juice left a brown streak on the white material. “The room has a foot of goop on the floor—what’s left of the beer and bodies. It would no doubt be higher, but some of this shit seeped down the drains until they became clogged. The drains empty into the Duwamish Waterway, and EPA and the city don’t want them unclogged until we finish our work. What happened to the bodies? No one knows. The flesh is gone; only skeletons remain. Was it some form of acid? Disease? The forensic people say no, but whatever it was has left a mess for us to clean, and that’s what we get paid for.

“We’ll start by shoveling out the place,” she continued. “Grab yourself a shovel over there and wheel a red hazmat bin into the elevator in the loading bay. When you have a full bin, seal it and put it in the elevator. I’ll give you a new bin.”

Kevin spoke. “Why wasn’t this on the news?”

Alice shrugged. “Hell if I know. Any other questions?”

Crickets from the others. Kevin removed his red ballcap and scratched the short blonde hair beneath. He looked over at Alice. “What will happen to the bodies—the skeletons and such?”

“My, my,” Alice smirked, “aren’t you the fuckin’ chatterbox today. I don’t know what’ll happen to them. Normally, we clean a site after the body or bodies have been removed. For some reason, they aren’t doing that and have hired us. No doubt the police and the EPA will take a gander at the bins you're all filling and try to identify the remains. After that, I don’t know what. If this is too much for your delicate sensibilities, Mr. Trudeau, you can take a hike.”