Jazz: Monster Collector In: Crime Scenes (Season 1, Episode 9)

By RyFT Brand

Jazz: Monster Collector, the serialized adventures of Mirth’s only deferred species bond collector. Stories just the right size for your commute, lunch break, or anytime you want a fast, exciting read. Want more? Follow episode by episode as Jazz seeks to uncover the secret force behind the inter-dimensional takeover of the planet she loved, a little place called Earth.

Episode 9- Crime Scenes:

Jazz has been pressed into working side by side with Mickey, Boss Geeter’s Sasquatch henchman, who she expects is out for revenge since she did shoot one of his great big feet off. Ever wary of her unwanted companion, she searches for clues to the unexplained attacks on the monster community. No sooner do they arrive at her office then they are attacked by a cadre of clowns who’ve decided to bring a few magic uses along with them this time. If Jazz and her teammates survive the battle, at least one of them is going to pay a heavy price. Tune out the static and Tune into Jazz

Jazz, Monster Collector, Season One: Earth’s Lament:

Jazz is a deferred species bond collector, which is a polite way of saying, Monster Hunter. She hunts them and whenever she can she destroys them. Her hatred for the Orcs, goblins, trolls, and fairies that live side by side with humans on the magically conjoined planets called Mirth runs deep. But only Jazz knows why, how deep, and what she’s willing to do to express it. But Jazz’s greatest enemy is the invisible power behind the hostile takeover that destroyed the Earth that she remembers. And that’s one enemy Jazz probably won’t live to face.

A fast paced futuristic serial with a hint of noir and a lot of trouble.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tricorner Publishing
• Release date: Feb 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311498540

RyFT Brand

RyFT Brand is one of the pen names of writer Robert F Thompson. He lives, writes, wonders, and wanders from Bucks County, Pennsylvania. His first novel, A Book of Beginnings was published in 2001. he's just so weird.

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Jazz, Monster Collector in:

Crime Scenes

season one, episode nine

RyFT Brand

Tricorner Publishing’s Smashwords Edition

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JAZZ, Monster Collector

Season One: Earth’s Lament

RyFT Brand

Episode-9: Crime Scenes

You mind slowing it down there lead foot? I snapped at the huge, hairy creature piloting the shining, chrome-plated glidesport.

Flashing his fangs, he thumped me with a heavy fist.

Yo! I shouted in a playful tone despite the pain from the ribs I figured he’d just cracked. I badly wanted to blast a hole in this creep’s cranium, but I had people counting on me. DJ, DJ, my sidekick, she was counting on me. Take it easy Squashy, we’re working now, we can fight later.

Well don’t make fun of my condition, he said in a resonant, deep voice. Especially being that you’re the one who put me in it.

I shifted in my seat, inconspicuously trying to ease the pain in my side. "I merely accommodated karma. You’re the one who works for a crime boss. And the one who was torturing me. And the one who grabbed me while I was holding a gun. I’d said enough really, but I couldn’t resist the taunt. Besides, you’ve still got another foot."

This time he went to backhand me, which, if I’d let him, just might have knocked my head off. So I decided not to let him.

With a flick of a wrist, I whipped out one of the throwing darts concealed up my sleeve and held it pointy-side out.

Owwww! he screeched in a volume that hurt my ears, but not as badly as my dart had hurt his paw. "Get it out! Get it