A Murder of Wizards: Apocalypse Rising Year Two by Eric Swett

A Murder of Wizards: Apocalypse Rising Year TwoArmageddon Angels Book ThreeEric Swett
Genre: Urban FantasyPublisher: Haileybug Publishing Date of Publication: 12/9/23ISBN: 979-8867576660ASIN:B0CN7HJCGNNumber of pages: 251Word Count: 95,789
Cover Artist: Eric Swett
Tagline: The Grim Reaper looks for a serial killer who is ritually murdering wizards and taunting them in the process. He needs to find the killer and stop him before his plot comes to a disastrous conclusion.
Book Description:  
Apocalypse Rising: A Murder of Wizards is an Urban Fantasy about a fallen Angel named Justin. He just happens to be one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the Grim Reaper himself, Death. 
Two years have passed since he remembered who he was and what he is. He is regaining  abilities and memories he lost when he chose to fall to earth and live among humans, but he has a long way to go before he can fully reclaim his title. When Justin is asked by a friend to investigate a string of supernatural murders he can't say no. Justin discovers he has a connection to the murders and has to find the murderer before their plans come to fruition.
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Excerpt:

“Don’t look.” Justin turned and pulled Lilly to him. He tried to shieldher from the gore splattered about the alley. The copper stink of fresh bloodassaulted them as they stood across the street from the scene. As the GrimReaper, eons of death dulled the impact for Justin. He wanted to keep Lillyfrom it if possible.

“I can’t.” Lilly looked away, but it did not help. Despite being blind,the murder shone in vivid technicolor to her. Being Justin's Oracle gave hersight far beyond what any normal person enjoyed.

The pull of death drew her attention, and in her mind's eye, the scenecoalesced as clearly as if she stared at it. The violence and butchery lit theaura surrounding the dead body in angry tones of black and red that shone likea spotlight upon the murder.

She placed her hand over her mouth to keep from vomiting.

The splayed open corpse's entrails hung about the alley. The smashedkidneys hung from the side of a dumpster. The lungs sat in a pile against thealley wall. The liver dripped blood into a shallow pool beside the corpse. Thebuzzing of flies grew louder as the dead man's evacuated bowels drew them tothe feast.

The callous mess made of another human left her uneasy.

She wanted to block it out, bury her head in Justin’s chest, and fleethe scene. She tried to look away, but ancient instinct forced her to bearwitness to the death of a fellow human. Her instincts buzzed with warning. Herpalms sweated, and her lips trembled. A predator lurked nearby, and she neededto be aware.

“Lilly.” Justin put an arm around her shoulders and turned her back tothe horrific scene playing out in the alley. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Justin wanted to go home and leave it all behind them. Lilly wanted toknow what happened and needed him to tell her so she did not have to face italone. The closer they got to it, the more apparent the full extent of thehorror became.

“What…what is it? What happened, Justin?” Lilly held onto him tightly,seeking comfort in his strength.

He apprised the situation with a practiced stare. His experience onearth gave him some insight, but his familiarity with death brought everythinginto focus. He scratched at the stubble on his chin as he considered the deadman. “Looks like a sacrifice of some sort, a ritual, but not one I’ve seenbefore. Doesn’t appear demonic, but it could be part of a summoning. Maybesomething geographical...”

“Can we go? I don’t like the way this feels. There is something wrong aboutthis. I can't put my finger on it, but there is something dark here. It'stickling my senses, tempting me, drawing me toward it like an inevitableconclusion.” She turned her back on the scene and shuddered.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, sure. Let’s get out of here.” Justin guided Lilly awayfrom the murder. Justin held her hand gently as they walked. “Sorry about that.Hazard of the profession. As the Angel of Death, I've seen a lot of corpses.It’s not every day you come across something this unusual.”

About the Author:
Eric Swett is a husband and father. He has a beautiful wife named Tracy and three fabulous children (Zachary, Connor, and Kaitlyn). Between the four of them, he has absolutely everything he really needs in this world. If everything else went away and he still had them, he could die and count himself a fortunate man.
He works in IT, streams video games, and dabbles in 3D printing.
He is a self-proclaimed Geek and does not adhere to a single form of geekdom. He likes roleplaying games, tabletop games with painted miniatures, video games, comic books, science fiction and fantasy, Star Wars, Star Trek, and Doctor Who. 
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