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Bob Freeman’s “Descendant Blog Tour” Schedule

Posted in Writing with tags , on November 14, 2019 by Occult Detective

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On Monday, November 18, I’ll be a guest of Dark Bites where I’ll be discussing the “scariest investigations” I’ve been involved in during my more than thirty-five years as a paranormal investigator.

I’ll be sharing my thoughts on the benefits of studying ancient myth on Tuesday, November 19 when I stop by Armed with a Book.

For Sheila’s Guests & Review, I’ll be discussing my writing process. Watch for it on Wednesday, November 20.

Thursday, November 21 will find me over at Jazzy Book reviews where I’ll share which movie or tv universe I’d like to find myself in.

On Friday, November 22, I’ll be interviewed for The Book Junkie Reads.

I’ve been offered an open forum on Saturday, November 23 at Sapphyria’s Books. Seeing as how it will be the 130th Anniversary of the first commercial jukebox (11/23/1889 at the Palais Royale Saloon in San Francisco) I thought I might blog about music and its connection to my writing (and paranormal adventuring).

Seventh Star Press has asked me to discuss how much reality I allowed to seep into my writing (Descendant, in particular). Look for it on Sunday, November 24.

The Descendant Blog Tour comes to a close on Monday, November 25 with a visit to I Smell Sheep. Now that’s a blog any true Scotsman can get behind, if you know what I mean. They’ve asked me to list my Top 10 Paranormal Investigations. I’ll do so, but maybe with a twist…

In addition, there will be a number of reviewers posting their thoughts on Descendant throughout the week. I’ll post links to those reviews, and to each of tour stops as they become available.

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Now Available from Seventh Star Press & author Bob Freeman — First Born: The Audiobook, narrated by CJ Gold

Posted in Writing with tags , , , on November 8, 2019 by Occult Detective

Cover 01 First BornI am excited to announce the release of First Born: Tales of the Liber Monstrorum in audiobook format, available now on Amazon.com.

Narrated by the amazingly gifted CJ Gold, First Born collects more than a dozen esoteric thrillers — from the arcane sorceries of “The Wickedest Man in the World” to the supernatural exploits of Occult Detective Landon Connors and the harrowing investigations of Agents Wolfe and Crowe, this collection of macabre tales of the black arts treads the dangerous landscape between this world and that populated by angels and demons, gods and devils, ghosts and spirits, and the legendary creatures of our darkest imaginings.

First Born is the beginning of the journey into the Liber Monstrorum, the Chronicles of those Occult Detectives who are the last line of defense against those preternatural forces that threaten to destroy a world that refuses to believe that such things exist…

First Born is also available in Trade Paperback and ebook formats.

Also available in Trade Paperback and ebook formats is Descendant: A Novel of the Liber Monstrorum in a tale that directly follows the events played out in First Born.

A Passage in Black

Posted in All Hallows Read, Horror with tags , , , , on October 19, 2018 by Occult Detective

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I had the opportunity to illustrate a 12 page story in Cullen Bunn’s homage to classic horror anthology comics, A Passage in Black, and I couldn’t be more pleased with the way it turned out. My friend Anton Kromoff delivered a terrific script that captured the essence of Cullen’s short story, putting his own spin on it. I added my 2¢ and I think we ended up with something pretty cool.

The kickstarter is live now, with about 20 days left as of this writing.

So, you can back us on kickstarter and bring a trade paperback home for $25 (excluding shipping of course), but for those of you wanting something special, for $150 you get the trade AND a one-of-a-kind original sketch from my drawing board to your door.

Best of all, YOU pick the subject.

Here’s a small sample of the kind of work I do:

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You can check out all the amazing rewards for Cullen Bunn Presents: A Passage in Black on kickstarter. The campaign ends on Thursday, November 8.

Now Available: Hallowe’en House by Bob Freeman & Greg Mitchell

Posted in Occult Detectives, Writing with tags , , , , on October 8, 2018 by Occult Detective

I am thrilled to announce Hallowe’en House by Bob Freeman & Greg Mitchell is now available in Trade Paperback and on Kindle.

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Demonologist Greg Mitchell has discovered a secret from his father’s past, a secret that not only sheds light on their strained relationship but on the path he has found himself upon, caught between Heaven, Hell, and all points between.

Turning to his former mentor, Dr. Landon Connors, Mitchell and the infamous occult detective seek out Hallowe’en House, a legendary transdimensional nexus that bristles with unfathomable eldritch energies.

But they’re not the only ones who have come seeking out Hallowe’en House.

My co-author has written a great entry on the genesis of the book. Check it out at The Coming Evil.

This was a fun project for me personally. Greg and I have been friends for a number of years and I am a big fan of his work. It was an honor to craft this story with him. And, I’m happy to say, this is just the beginning…

 

Bob Freeman’s “First Born” Blog Tour

Posted in Occult Detectives, Writing with tags , , , , on March 12, 2018 by Occult Detective

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I’ll be making the rounds all this week, promoting my occult detective collection, First Born, which is the opening chapter in my Liber Monstrorum Chronicles. As my appearances go live, I will update the blog roll accordingly.

Monday 3/12
Greg Mitchell’s The Coming Evil

Tuesday 3/13
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Wednesday 3/14
Josh Reynold’s Hunting Monsters
Ginger Nuts of Horror’s “We’ve Got It Covered”

Thursday 3/15
Morgan Sylvia’s Through the Labyrinth

Friday 3/16
Sheila’s Guests and Reviews

Saturday 3/17
I Smell Sheep

Sunday 3/18
Jacob Floyd’s Ghosts and Monsters

Tuesday 3/20
Book in the Bag

Kull of Atlantis!

Posted in Archive with tags , , on February 8, 2018 by Occult Detective

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I am thrilled to announce that I’ll be writing the introduction for Slave, Soldier, and King, a compendium of three Kull of Atlantis tales by Robert E. Howard. The collection is being published by Apollyon Press and Chance Phillips, with cover art by Marcio Moraga, interior art by Stefan Poag, and with additional art by John and Marie Severin.

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The collection will reprint Robert E. Howard’s The Shadow Kingdom, The Mirrors of Tuzun Thune, and The Phoenix on the Sword.

Slave, Soldier, and King is available via Kickstarter in pdf format for just $3 or trade paperback for $12.

 

Three from Seven

Posted in Horror, Occult Detectives, Writing with tags , , , , on August 4, 2017 by Occult Detective

I’ve had three books published by Seventh Star Press — two in the Cairnwood Manor series (Shadows Over Somerset / Keepers of the Dead) and the first in my Tales of the Liber Monstrorum (First Born), with the second (Descendant) soon to follow.

I am, understandably, proud of each of them. They are, oddly enough, all very different. Shadows is something of a Gothic Horror, while Keepers is far more Fantasy/Adventure. First Born is a mixed bag of traditional Occult Detective tales and Urban Fantasy, while Descendant will have elements of both of those with a bit of Police Procedural for good measure.

One thing I can promise about each and every one of them is this — I did my level best to spin a good yarn.

I hope you agree…

The Cairnwood Manor Series

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Liber Monstrorum Begins Here…

Posted in Horror, Occult Detectives, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , on July 14, 2017 by Occult Detective

 

I am proud to announce that First Born: Tales of the Liber Monstrorum is, at long last, available for purchase. First Born is an occult detective collection, bringing together twelve short stories, a novella, and two illustrated tales.

These are the stories I’ve been working toward since I first put pen to paper as a boy growing up in rural Indiana. My obsession with witchcraft, magick, and religion, in both fact and fiction, has all led to this.

Published by Seventh Star Press and edited by Scott Sandridge, First Born is my love letter to the occult detective genre and to those glorious supernatural tales that thrilled me as a child… I hope these stories do the same for you.

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From the arcane sorceries of “The Wickedest Man in the World” to the supernatural exploits of Occult Detective Landon Connors and the harrowing investigations of Agents Wolfe and Crowe, this collection of macabre tales of the black arts treads the dangerous landscape between this world and that populated by angels and demons, gods and devils, ghosts and spirits, and the legendary creatures of our darkest imaginings.

First Born is the beginning of the journey into the Liber Monstrorum, the Chronicles of those Occult Detectives who are the last line of defense against those preternatural forces that threaten to destroy a world that refuses to believe that such things exist…

First Born can be ordered from the following online outlets:

AMAZON
Trade Paperback
Kindle

AMAZON UK
Trade Paperback
Kindle

BARNES & NOBLE
Trade Paperback
Nook

KOBO
Ebook

iTunes
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Below are some examples of the artwork you’ll find inside:

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Imperfections of Sleep (Part 6 of 6)

Posted in Occult Detectives, Writing with tags , , , , , , on July 13, 2017 by Occult Detective

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Imperfections of Sleep
Part 6 of 6

Special Agent Michelle Hawkes followed the occult detective over the ravine and gazed once more at the majesty of Rosslyn Chapel. They had been here three days, anticipating the battle that made this sacred place run red with blood.

She had wanted to take part, as had her friend and colleague, but they were not meant to be here, at least, so the mysterious dimensional traveler had said.

The confrontation had been monstrous in scope and beyond horrific, but in the end, good won out, but at a terrible price.

“So I’m to believe that Michael Somers saved the world and is now somewhere out there looking to end it?” Hawkes said. She was new to the Bureau, an Agent in the newly formed Paranormal Operations Division of the FBI, but she’s known Landon Connors for more than a while.

She thought back to the night they’d first met. She was a captive, held in the belly of a charnel house, food for some infernal thing. It was Connors and others known as Outriders who had saved her, brought her back into the light.

Eventually she joined their ranks, trained with Connors, for a short time they’d become lovers, but now…

They had parted ways badly. Landon, for all his brilliance and charm, was a lost soul. He was in such a dark place, and spent so much time hiding from the pain in his soul that she just couldn’t bear it.

She thought she could walk away from the life, but once you looked beyond the veil, there was no way to unsee those hidden forces all around us.

“It’s hard to imagine what’s going through his mind. He lost so much.” Connors paused, staring at the wondrous chapel. The stain on this place would remain for centuries, if not for Somers’ intervention. He wondered, could a mark such as this carry over into a timeline reborn?

“And we’re just letting him do this, letting him travel back in time to end this reality as we know it?”

“Yes,” Connors replied. “I guess we are.”

“It’s all like a bad dream.” She knelt and plucked a blade of dry grass from the earth, twirling it in her fingers. Was it a mistake accepting Connors’ invitation to come to Scotland, to watch the end? Was it wrong to find herself back in his arms, falling for him all over again?

“What was it Crowley said, — Dreams are imperfections of sleep; even so is consciousness the imperfection of waking. Dreams are impurities in the circulation of the blood; even so it’s consciousness a disorder of life.

“Always the romantic,” Hawkes said, turning away from the young detective.

He reached for her, taking her hand and pulling her back.

“Hey,” Connors said with a wink, “I try.” He drew her even closer and kissed her softly. “Michelle, I don’t know how long we have, or even if what Cassidy Martin said was true, but just in case, I need to tell you something.”

“What?”

“Since the first time we met, I knew that —” Connors paused, mid-sentence, looking passed the young woman before him, staring long into the black of night overhead.

“Landon?” Hawkes said, turning to see what had caught his attention. “What the—?”

The black sky was aglow, awash in a sea of swaying, rippling bands of vibrant color that blazed across the curtain of the still and silent night. Starlight grew dim, then were snuffed altogether like a candle blown out by the wind. A strange, almost industrial hum began to resonate and the ground began to quiver.

“This is it then?”

They held hands, wondering what to expect, if they would even exist when the celestial clock reset. Connors looked into Michelle Hawkes’ eyes and thought the words he had meant to say, but kept them to himself, hoping against hope that they’d be spoken in another life.

The End

Imperfections of Sleep (Part 5 of 6)

Posted in Occult Detectives, Writing with tags , , , , , on July 12, 2017 by Occult Detective

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Imperfections of Sleep
(Part 5 of 6)

“You’re mad,” Landon Connors said, pacing on the roadway, a stream of smoke rising slowly into the mid-morning sky from the cigarette in his lips. He looked toward his mentor, Sam Hill, who was consuming a smoke of his own and working to loose those muscles that had been magically bound several minutes before. “She’s a construct, or a demon meant to lead us astray.”

“Nope,” Hill replied. “I’d know it.”

“I know it sounds crazy,” the woman in the circle said, “but believe me, Dr. Connors, reality is far more malleable than you realize.”

“She’s right about that,” Hill agreed. He removed a fresh cigarette from the pack in his breast pocket and lit it off the butt of the other before grinding it under his heel.

“My name is Cassidy Martin and I have traveled through space, time, and dimension to ensure that you and Mr. Hill do not interfere with not only what happens this night, but in what is going to happen a few months from now.

“If you rescue me, that is, nine year old me, then everything changes…again. The threads of our reality are perilously thin as it is, and I’m the only one who knows what happened now, because when what happens later..happens, then all this goes away… it doesn’t happen, not like this anyway.”

“Do I need to explain temporal paradoxes and causal loops to you?” Connors, taking a cue from Sam, lit another cigarette. “Retrocausality?” He approached the circle, feeling nauseous the nearer he came. He staggered momentarily, stepped backward and nearly retched onto the pavement.

“That’s because I’m out of synch with this reality,” she said. “Do you understand? It’s why I can’t step outside of this circle. I don’t exist here, can’t exist here. I’m from another… universe or whatever. In a few months, this reality will be erased, writ over by a new one created by Michael Somers.”

“Who the hell is Michael Somers?” Connors snapped.

“”He’s the Lord of Cairnwood Manor, or will be, but then won’t be…” She sat down on the pavement. “It’s so damn confusing.”

“Ya think?” Connors said. He limped over to stand next to Hill, joining him in leaning on the hood of the private investigator’s Caprice. “Sam, help me out here.”

“I wish I could, kiddo,” Hill replied, “but the fact of the matter is, I believe her. At the very least, I believe she believes it, and I’ve got a nose for these things.”

“So, we’re supposed to just let all this happen, just let a vampire run roughshod across our backyard, then, and this is the kicker, then sit back while our reality gets shredded and rewritten?” Connors spat on the ground. “You don’t know me, know us, very well, Ms. Martin.”

“But I do, Dr. Connors,” she said, rising to her feet. “You will save my life, trust me. Just not tonight, nor in this timeline.”

“God damn it,” Connors hissed. “Fine, say you win. Then what are me and Sam supposed to do? Huh? Do you have an answer for that?”

“No,” Cassidy replied. “I wish I did.” She placed her hand over her heart. “But if it were me, I would find someone I loved without question and hold them until the end, because your eyes will open after the fire, but what they’ll see will be altogether different.” She turned away from them, her head hung low. “You just won’t know it, no one will. No one but me.”

“And what if I don’t have someone?” Connors said. He stepped toward her, leaning even heavier on his cane.

“You do,” Cassidy replied.

Sam  put his hand on Connors’ shoulder. “The little lady is right, kid.”

“Look, my time is up,” she said, turning back to them. They could see the tears glistening on her cheeks. “The spell’s wearing off.”

“So that’s it then,” Connors said. “No last parting words of wisdom from the future?”

“No,” Cassidy replied as she began to fade away. “Just… tell Michelle I said I miss her…”

And with that, Cassidy Martin was gone.

to be continued

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