A storm is coming to Cliffside, California, and with it comes a
killer.
His name is Clay Saunders, and he walks in two worlds. Born with
a caul, Saunders sees ghosts. But to him, the world of the dead
is very much like the world of the living. It's a realm of eternal
pain--inescapable and relentless-- that cuts as deeply as the hired
killer's K-bar knife.
Saunders has spilled blood on Florida sand, and the snow covered
Canadian prairie, and the black lava of Hawaii. His latest target
is Diablos Whistler, leader of a satanic cult. Exiled in Mexico,
Whistler is alone when Saunders stabs him just above the first vertebrae
. . . alone except for the mummies stacked so much like cordwood
in his library.
But the living who await the killer's arrival in Cliffside are
more frightening than the decayed corpses of the dead. There's Whistler's
daughter Circe, a tattoed siren that leads Saunders to a bed of
iron and satin. . . and Circe's bodyguard, a seven foot student
of Egyptology whose sarcophagus rests in a redwood pyramid. . .
and Janice Ravenwood, a new age medium with a startling hidden gift.
And there's a little girl, a ghost held prisoner by vengeful revenants.
Only Clay Saunders can save her. To do that, he must bridge the
worlds of the living and the dead in an unforgettable climax of
darkness and blood.
