Collecting souls is the job, and the bosses in Hell are some shady motherfuckers. With new rules and reeling revelations with every assignment, the job doesn't seem to be quite what it appears--and promotions come at a price. A quick-paced supernatural thriller, "Soul Collector" follows the journey of Sippian, a young victim of gang violence, who in Hell assumes the role of Death and struggles to understand the convoluted rules and shadowy figures--and morality--he faces in the afterlife. What will it take for him to become, and remain, DAT Nigga? What will it cost? And who's setting the price?

Spirits is an all-ages fantasy/adventure comic. It follows 12-year-old Will Thompson as he learns to see the spirits around us to find and rescue his younger brother's stolen soul. Spirits is the winner of the Bleeding Cool Reader's Choice Award for Best Supernatural Comic.

Brutally targeted by the "White Devil" serial killer, crime writer Matt Wells knows what it's like to look evil in the face and survive. He's rebuilt his life—but with a disciple of his tormentor still at large, he has never stopped looking over his shoulder. When mystery writers start dying and his friend is found murdered, Matt's paranoia appears well-founded. Now he must use all his resources to orchestrate the psychopath's end. But as cryptic clues to the next victims mock him, it is chillingly clear that his dance with the devil has only just begun.…

I was warned to wipe the last six months from my mind. "Don't think about him.Don't talk about him. And, whatever you do, don't write about him If you do, he might come back," they told me.Ghost hunting isn't always fun and games. Sometimes, it can be deadly. Paranormal investigator, Joni Mayhan, found out the hard way when she met The Soul Collector, and had to fight for her life. True story.

... I just sat in the silence, wondering why this day was destined to be so disastrous. There was nothing left for fate to deface. Jack Duffy is the exemplification of average. He lives a normal life with a less than desirable job. He's a distracted husband, living in an ordinary apartment, and is married to an extraordinary wife. That’s how he would explain it. At the end of an unusually bad day, Jack's life is turned upside down when he witnesses something truly harrowing. The only thing that can catch him from falling is the soul collector. His primary concern: Will he be allowed to keep his soul, or will he have to give it back?

Meet Sam Thornton, Collector of Souls. Sam’s job is to collect the souls of the damned, and ensure their souls are dispatched to the appropriate destination. But when he’s dispatched to collect the soul of a young woman he believes to be innocent of the horrific crime that’s doomed her to Hell, he says something no Collector has ever said before. “No.” File Under: Urban Fantasy [ Souled Out | Damned If You Don’t | Collector Mania | On The Run ] e-book ISBN: 978-0-85766-219-4 From the Paperback edition.

Willow Creek nestled in a picturesque valley, its quaint streets lined with century-old maples and elms that whispered secrets with every breeze. Founded in 1832 by pioneering settlers, the town had always exuded an air of tranquility that belied its troubled past. From Main Street's charming storefronts to the white-steepled church on the hill, Willow Creek embodied small-town Americana. But beneath this idyllic facade lurked a history steeped in blood and shadows. The town's founders had chosen this location not for its natural beauty, but for its proximity to an ancient Native American burial ground. Legends spoke of a powerful shaman who cursed the land, vowing that any who disturbed the eternal rest of his people would face a fate worse than death. For decades, Willow Creek prospered, its residents blissfully unaware of the dark forces that slumbered beneath their feet. But as the town grew, so did its appetite for expansion. In 1923, during the construction of a new railroad, workers accidentally unearthed a mass grave filled with Native American remains. The foreman, driven by greed and a tight schedule, ordered the bones to be quietly reburied and the incident covered up. It was then that the whispers began. At first, just a few townsfolk reported hearing strange noises in the night – wails of anguish carried on the wind. Soon, people began to disappear. Their bodies would be found days later, drained of blood, their faces frozen in expressions of ultimate terror. The elders of Willow Creek knew the truth. The shaman's curse had awakened something ancient and malevolent.