Word continues to spread about San Franciscan P.I. Manny Kant: his so-called Will to Truth compels him to mercilessly pursue his prey, to turn his relentless eye of reason on everything in his path. But can reason really explain everything?
The first rule in Manny Kant’s dynamic case-closing operation is that all things, even the most bizarre of occurrences, has a simpler rational explanation, no matter how far outside of the law he has to go to find it. However, a bank robbery—kept tightly under wraps by the bank’s management—has been committed by a thief who may be using supernatural forces to control his victims, who is known only as “the Hypnotist.” Manny has committed himself to finding the Hypnotist before word gets out that the bank has been robbed, and before the Hypnotist strikes again, or—worse—disappears for good.
In tracking down this elusive thief, Manny Kant will be forced to confront the question of whether his rule is still a foolproof case-closer—or whether the simplest explanation is, sometimes, not enough…
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Alec McDougal—named for his father, Alexander— has traveled thousands of miles to escape his father’s legacy. Even though Alec grew up under his father’s roof, Alec never really knew him. But when Alexander died, he left Alec a journal explaining why. Alec learns for the first time the great secret his father uncovered—magic—and the terrible secrets behind his father’s discovery: McDougal the elder had come face to face with an evil he couldn’t understand and which he didn’t know how to fight; and so he did questionable things, dark things, in the name of good. And, still, he failed. Now, the father’s burden has become the son’s.
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My son. Forgive me.
I wanted those to be the first words exchanged between us. I have so much to be sorry for …I wanted to protect everything I held dear. I tried lying. I tried killing. But I should have tried trusting. I should have trusted you. I should have trusted your mother.
There’s magic in this world, Alec. And I’m not talking about some metaphorical garbage. Leave the metaphors to the poets, Alec. You and me, we’re not poets. We’re fighters…
I’m trusting you now. It’s the only way I can save you. I’m saving you now by trusting you, by giving you the tools you need to save yourself. To save this world. To avenge the lives the old man has stolen or ruined otherwise…
I’m defeated. But you shall be my redemption.
Trust me. And forgive me.
Forever your father, whose love for you is everlasting,
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My name is Manny Kant. I understand you have a job for me. But before we get to that, there are a few things we’re going to need to be in agreement about.
You probably want my job. You imagine it’s exciting. And a little dangerous. And you think you can handle it…I’ll tell you right now, you’ve got it wrong. And that’s something we need to get out of the way up front. Because if this is going to work, I’ve got to have not just your trust, and not just your money—though I will be needing both of those—but, most importantly, I’m going to need your respect…
If you’re going to do what I do, you’re going to need something that you can’t learn…You might not even know you have it until you’re put to the test…And in the end, you’re either battered but still standing and coming back for more, or you’re crawling away crying. There’s no alternative. And there’s no middle ground. That’s the will to truth.
Let me tell you about the time I found out I had it.
Far from home and aching for a girl he let slip through his fingers, Vince hasn’t been getting much sleep lately. And now he’s seeing things. Strange things. Bewildering things. Probably impossible things. And he can’t decide if what he’s seeing is real, or if he’s just losing his grip on reality.
Desperate for solace, he makes a late-night phone call to an old confidant. But instead of providing comfort, the conversation kicks off a series of exchanges that force Vince to confront mortality, and, in the process, to re-examine his life, his sanity, and his control – or lack thereof – over his own destiny.
Archaeologist John Stoker and his mentor Stewart Jacksworth have stumbled onto an ancient village that has been buried for generations. During the dig, Jacksworth and Stoker discovered something amongst the ruins which has the power to drive men mad. And now Stoker has gone missing. The only clue as to his whereabouts is the audio cassette he’s left his mentor. As Jacksworth listens to his protégé’s recording, he can’t help but wonder if Stoker has cracked, and if his insanity is contagious…
“A fiction within a fiction, a fable within a story, The Dig captures the wistfulness of the long ago past and the profound effect it can have on the senses…The Dig is a quick read, though its impression may linger long after its words are spent.”
— Fields of Twisting Phlox