Martin, Larry N. Spells, Salt, & Steel. #bk. 2

Read by Roger Wayne

When all else fails, the ass end of a carp makes a fine weapon. No, that didn't come from the lips of Bubba the Monster Hunter, but it sure could have! That sentence right there kinda encapsulates the life of Mark Wojcik, Monster Hunter. A blue-collar mechanic from the wilds of Pennsylvania, Mark likes his beer cold, his poker games private, and his monsters . . . well, he doesn't like them at all. So when he finds himself dueling a Japanese mythical monster in the Linesville Spillway in the wee hours of the night, he has to use every available weapon to survive and vanquish the ningen. Even if it means beating the thing to death with a carp. If interloping Japanese fish-monsters weren't bad enough, there's a Nazi ghost terrorizing the community. Somebody needs to gank the ghostie, and Mark is the man for the job. He hopes. They are the first line of defense against the things that go bump in the night. They are the keepers of a centuries-old legacy of The Church defending the world against the forces of darkness. They are a bunch of highly armed rednecks, internet video celebrities, soccer moms, and assorted broken nutjobs. They are the new Templars, and things are about to get weird

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