He knew something he was listening/watching was poisoning and killing him. Slowly. Painfully. Sinking into a gradual depression and dying of apathy. He'd seen this happen to others. Suicide, drug overdose. All a permanent solution to a very temporary problem. Then she showed up. Not your typical haunting ghost or vindictive spirit. Different. In a good way. She'd come just to solve his mystery - the one he didn't know he had. It was a haunting...

The more circuits in any machine, the more it's likely to get "haunted." When you connect it to the Internet then you can get more than you asked for. Installing a home system seemed obvious at the time. Having the "Internet of Things" to give you your every whim seemed a dream come true. When our broadband costs rocketed, we looked to see what usage was happening - too many videos, too many games, was someone parked at the curb outside our house...

Time haunted her. It didn't do what it was "supposed to" when she was around. It ran forward, backwards, sideways. Sometimes time helped her solve her problems, sometimes it made them worse. For a lovely young woman, you'd think there would be young men lined up to talk to her at any gathering. But, she stayed away from them - to protect them from her curse. What would be the good of a commitment like that if the other person was going to age too...

I was walking in my pasture one sunny afternoon, when a pair of hands pulled me into the underworld. Once I arrived, I relaxed, a bit. Because it was an old friend. Carol. A time-bender and now a Lazurai as well. Meaning she could walk through rock, and other things. "Hi John. How have you been?" Carol was standing in front of a crystal fireplace, warming herself from the magma heat that was channeled out of the earth's core. "Not bad, Carol....

I'd been left out here, alone. By an oil-burning lamp. In the cold, uncaring desert. It was my only comfort until dawn. Just dawn started bringing the earliest glimmer of what I could see with my human eyes, I woke to some snuffling sound near my head. Opening my eyes, not relishing the hot day coming, I saw the nose of an animal near my face. "Rise, little one." I sat up. And, saw eye-to-eye with a female coyote. She was not young. Scars crisscrossed...

The more circuits in any machine, the more it's likely to get "haunted." When you connect it to the Internet then you can get more than you asked for. Installing a home system seemed obvious at the time. Having the "Internet of Things" to give you your every whim seemed a dream come true. When our broadband costs rocketed, we looked to see what usage was happening - too many videos, too many games, was someone parked at the curb outside our house...

The adventures of the Ghost Hunters continue - with more exotic locations and hair-raising paranormal adventures than ever before: This collection features four women, all invited to Earth, with unique super-abilities - who each could save or destroy humankind. Each came to this planet for their own reasons, deeply flawed. Victims of time and circumstance. Any one of these, just by themselves, could end all life on this planet in a heartbeat. Why...

"It was a dark and stormy night, and everyone was sitting around the glowing fireplace, safe and warm against the raging weather outside. Someone said, 'John, tell us a story.' So, John began... " The story "Ghost Hunters" started a series with two spirit-guides recruiting the human John Earl Stark, a mystery writer and part-time cattle farmer. Since that humble beginning, an expanding team of spirit-guides and even goddesses have joined the Library,...

"It was a dark and stormy night, and everyone was sitting around the glowing fireplace, safe and warm against the raging weather outside. Someone said, 'John, tell us a story.' So, John began... " The story "Ghost Hunters" started a series with two spirit-guides recruiting the human John Earl Stark, a mystery writer and part-time cattle farmer. Since that humble beginning, more spirit-guides and even goddesses have joined the Library's team to help...

It's not often these days that you read about a real goddess. One who was a lover of Ulysses – and saved his butt more than he would care to admit (and never told his biographer.) And one who influenced history for good and bad in more ways than you know. But only the very worst stories about how she looked and acted have been passed down through the ages. So she kidnapped a writer to tell it straight. Only he had to write this as fiction, since...