Devils Series

Black Wilder has waited a long, long time to come Whitfield. But he is no stranger to patience. A Year, ten years, a hundred years. Time has no meaning for him. He just waits until the moment is right and then emerges—silently and unmercifully.   As night falls heavily on the small prairie town, red-rimmed eyes look out from tightly shut windows. An occasional snarl rips from once-human throats. Shadows play on dimly-lit streets, deepening the gloom of the alleys, bringing with the darkness and almost tangible aura of fear. For the time is now right in Whitfield. The Beasts are hungry, the Undead are awake, the putrid stench of evil hangs in the air---and the inhabitants of Whitfield are about to be touched by . . .   THE DEVIL’S KISS

It was in the summer of 1958 that the horror surfaced in the town of Whitfield, erupting like a festering boil, spewing its corruption on everyone near it. Those who survived the terror remember it as the summer of The Digging—the time when the hot wind began to blow, when The Devil’s creatures rose from the putrid bowels of the earth, when the inhabitants of Whitfield were touched by . . .   The Devil’s Heart   Now it was summer again in Whitfield. The town was peaceful, quiet, and unprepared for the atrocities to come. Eternal life, everlasting youth, an orgy that would span time—that was what the Lord of Darkness was promising the coven members in return for their pledge of love. The few who had fought against his hideous powers before, believed it could never happen again. Then the hot wind began to blow---as black and evil as . . .   The Devil’s Heart

The evil that triumphed during that long-ago summer in Whitfield is festering now in the unsuspecting town of Logandale. Only Sam and Nydia Balon, lone survivors of the ancient horror, know the signs—the putrid stench rising from the bowels of the earth, the unspeakable, inexplicable atrocities, the hideous, horrifying Beasts—that mark the foul presence of the Prince of Darkness. Only they have the weapons that can pierce . . .   The Devil’s Heart   Once the carnage begins, there’s no time for anything but terror. Hollow-eyed, hungry corpses rise from unearthly tombs to gorge themselves on living flesh and spawn a new generation of restless Undead. The very demons of Hell cavort with Satan’s unholy disciples in blood-soaked rituals and fevered orgies. The Balons have faced the red, glowing eyes of The Master before, and they know what must be done. But there can be no salvation for those marked by . . .   The Devil’s Touch

The Devil’s Disguise   Cats. The town was alive with them. All kinds. Black, white, fat, scrawny . . . They lived in the streets, in the back yards, in the swamps of Becancour. Sam, Nydia, and Little Sam had never seen so many cats. The cats’ eyes were glowing slits as they watched the new-comers. And their furry tails were slowly switching back and forth . . .   Evil. The town was ripe with it. It seemed to waft in from the swamps with the hot, fetid breeze and breed in the minds of Becancour’s citizens. Soon Sam, Nydia and Little Sam would battle the forces of darkness. Standing alone against the ultimate predator—   The Devil’s Cat

Something funny’s going on in Louisiana’s backwoods . . .   Someone in LaGrange has stirred up something truly evil. From beyond, demonic messengers emerge out of the fires of Hell itself, to ignite an orgy of chaos, murder, and bloody destruction.   But the Devil was the only one laughing . . .   Town veterinarian Link Donovan (former CIA) and Sheriff Ray Ingalls have grave premonitions that the ungodly laughter they heard echoing through the woods meant this was only the beginning. Once they root out the rich folk whose meddling released the minions of Satan, they recruit a band of God-fearing locals like themselves ready to battle—and obliterate—whatever face of evil dares to cross their paths.