The Jeweler's Daughter

By Christopher Watson

Las Vegas. Home to more lost souls per capita than any other city — making it the brightest beacon on the material realm to Outsider. Outsiders who want to come in...

John Black earns his living by pretending to be a priest so he gets the call to boot these uninvited guests. No demonic possession is standard, but something about this one prompts John into lowering his guard. Will he survive?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher Watson
• Release date: Feb 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781625380234

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THE JEWELER'S DAUGHTER

Copyright © 2013 by Christopher Watson

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Book and cover design copyright © 2013 Elsewhere Publishing

Published 2013 by Elsewhere Publishing

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This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

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ISBN: 978-1-62538-023-4 (Electronic)

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Reverend John Black’s satchel flew from his grip as he reeled backward. He stumbled to recover his balance. Each rapid clack of his dress shoes on the concrete moved him closer to the steep beveled steps he had admired upon arrival. Nearly caught up to the force of the shove, John spun to estimate where his broken teeth would end up if he face-planted.

He kicked a leg out and used a sliding stop he learned while being taught how to skate. His heel left a long black mark on the concrete, matching the contrails in the noonday Las Vegas sky.

Look. John straightened his frock and pivoted. Unlike demons, I’m not going to stay where I’m not wanted. But before I go, I need to verify. He patted his pockets before producing a Post-It pad with the potential client’s name. This is where Beverly Schmidt lives, right?

The doorman’s massive arms—rivaling some of