Just 30 days until the release of Descendant (and Hallowe’en)

bobfreeman copyWe are a mere thirty days away from the release of Descendant: A Novel of the Liber Monstrorum and I thought I would share with you a random chapter from the book, letting the fates decide that which would be revealed to you.

I hope you enjoy this little glimpse into the novel, due to be released on All Hallow’s Eve.


Selina Wolfe stared into the Jeep’s computer monitor, soaking in the information the Monster Manual had coughed up. It seemed the grimoire had a history.  The tome in question, the Mortuusilvestricon, had been “missing” since the nineteenth century, having passed through the hands of famed magician and author Eliphas Levi.

Levi had it and several other important volumes stolen from his hotel while on a visit to England in 1854. Legend had placed it in various hands since then, from the Theosophical Society to the Ordo Templi Orientis, the Process Church of the Last Judgment to the Freemasons and the Vatican.

The history of the text was one of bloodshed and madness. The Book of Dead Trees was supposedly transcribed in virgin blood by a Kabbalist named Abulafia ibn Rey in the port city of Lemoses on the isle of Cyprus in 1191 during the Third Crusade. While Richard the First’s fleet laid siege to the city, Abulafia received a vision. This vision commanded him to draw ink from the well of an innocent.


What followed was a litany of spells and incantations whose purpose was lost to antiquity. All that was known was that ibn Rey somehow escaped the city and appeared some weeks later in a tiny village alongside Ekron and the River of Naphtali in Judea where he was executed for defiling a temple and killing three laborers.

Before the ax fell, taking his life, he claimed he had been the victim of an Ibbur, a demonic spirit, and that, so long as the arcane text existed, the Abyss would remain open and the demons would have free reign over the earth.

The arcane tome next appeared in the possession of the Knights Templar, though upon the eve of their arrest at the behest of King Phillip the Fair and Pope Clement the Fifth in the early fourteenth century, it, along with their fabled treasure, disappeared into the night to become the stuff of legend.

And now it was here, in rural Indiana, at the dawn of the twenty-first century, and blood had already been spilt.

 “You look like someone just walked over your grave.” Selina turned to see her partner coming back from a briefing with the Lieutenant. The Beckinsales’ property had been taped off, and the majority of the cops had headed home, save for a small security detail.

What’s the skinny?” she asked.

“Nothing of use from this group, as you can imagine,” Crowe answered. “How Lt. Carmichael made it this far up the ladder is beyond me. He’s dim-witted and short sighted to say the least.”


“On the plus side, he should be easy enough to keep out of our hair.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” he said, lighting a cigarette. “Something’s bugging you. Wanna spill it?”

“Not really. I mean, how the hell does a tome like the Mortuusilvestricon end up in a quiet little place like this?” she asked rhetorically. Crowe answered anyway.

“You saw the history of this region,” he said, taking a long drag of the smoke and exhaling even slower. “It’s a wonder there isn’t more than that going on around here. This is one of those places, Selina… you know, the kind of place that attracts evil. I don’t know why it happens. I just know it does. And that, pretty lady, is why we’re here.”

“I uploaded the relevant files to the home office,” she said, reaching inside his suit jacket and swiping a smoke. “We should have the analysis by this afternoon.”

“Afternoon?” Crowe grumbled. “That’s the best they can do? Do they realize what we’re dealing with out here?”

“I know, I know…” Selina said. “I’ll feel better once we have that data back, and we can pore over it.”

DescendantCoverYou’ll feel better once you’ve had a bite and some coffee… and what we need is five minutes alone with that Compton kid so we can find out where in the hell he’s got that book stashed.”

“Speaking of…?”

“Carmichael’s had the kid under surveillance as we asked,” Crowe said, obviously displeased.

“You don’t trust him,” Selina said, putting her cigarette out.

“Who? Carmichael or the Compton kid?”



Descendant: A Novel of the Liber Monstrorum is available in trade paperback and ebook on Samhain, October 31. You can preorder the kindle version now via amazon.com.

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