Simon Canderous ‘D.E.A.D’ Series by Anton Strout
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Overview: Anton Strout (born January 24, 1970) is an American urban fantasy author. He is under contract for four books in his "Simon Canderous" series, the first of which, Dead to Me, was published by Ace Books in 2008. Tim Davis, reviewing that title for Bookloons.com, wrote, "Fans of urban fantasy should especially enjoy Strout’s engaging new protagonist and will, no doubt, look forward to Simon Canderous making a quick return in further adventures."The second novel, Deader Still, was published in 2009. The third book, Dead Matter was published in 2010 and the fourth, Dead Waters was published in 2011.
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Department of Extraordinary Affairs Division, NYC’s underfunded paranormal investigations unit.
Welcome to the Department of Extraordinary Affairs Division (D.E.A.D), New York’s answer to the underfunded world of paranormal investigation. It’s a job caught up in red tape, memos, and office politics, and it’s becoming par for the course for recent recruit Simon Canderous. After a life of petty crime and twenty four years of watching his power of psychometry, the ability to divine information solely by touching an object, destroy any chance of a real relationship, he’s joined the forces of Good hoping to gain some control…. not a ghost of a chance.
2008 – Dead to Me – 9:37
When the mysterious ghost of a recently dead woman shows up at the Lovecraft Café, Simon Canderous and his mentor must figure out how she fits into a nefarious plot involving the cultists’ rights movement, a large wooden fish, and the forces of Darkness crushing in on him.
2009 – Deader Still – 8:22
It’s been 737 days since the Department of Extraordinary Affairs’ last vampire incursion, butt that streak appears to have ended when a boat full of dead lawyers is found in the Hudson River. Using the power of psychometry agent Simon Canderous discovers that the booze cruise was crashed by something that sucked all the blood out of the litigators. Now, his workday may never end – until his life does.
2010 – Dead Matter – 8:53
The spirit populace of Manhattan doesn’t appreciate its well-deserved RIP being disturbed, and Department of Extraordinary Affairs Agent Simon Canderous is sent in to do damage control. Meanwhile, his vacationing partner, Connor Christos, is in a sorry state, and he tells Simon that each night he’s being haunted by visions of his long-lost brother at his window. Simon is worried that his partner may be going crazy-or worse, maybe he’s not…
2011 – Dead Waters – 8:51
Facing major budgetary cutbacks (thanks to a huge success of NOT letting vampire attacks happen), the Department is running on limited staff. Yay bureaucracy! The strange murder of a professor has everyone stumped. And it’s making some people crazy. Literally. What seemed like a random killing proves to have ties to the magical community, as well as to the NYU film community. Now Simon has to deal with zombies, water spirits, cranky film students, and the restless ghosts of New York, if he wants to get to the heart of this mystery.
*"The first file of the first book starts not from the beginning of the book but from words "…wasn’t enough to stop Tamara…". It’s not how it should be, I guess? " I managed to get out a quick Tamara, wait before I felt the interior doorknob of my SoHo apartment jab into the small of my back. Tamara ground against me like she was trying to make her body occupy the same space as mineand I certainly wasnt complaining. Our mouths locked, the sweet taste of whatever umbrellaed concoction shed been drinking mixing with the Corona flavor of mine. It was a surprisingly good combination. Simon, shhh she whispered, pushing me even farther into the apartment. She fell toward me with a sudden Ow! It was dark, but I could still see her hopping about on one leg. She had been trying to strip off my brown suede coat and theGABBA GABBA HEY Ramones T-shirt I was wearing, but now she clutched her knee. You okay? I asked, finding the switch from horn-dog to concerned a difficult one to make. Yeah, she said, and hissed out a long, slow sigh of pain. What did I hit? Just a packing crate, I said, reaching out and steadying her. I contemplated turning on the lights to check on her, but hesitated, debating whether or not the other two dozen packing crates around my living room might scare her off. It wasnt that I was a slob, but given my workload at the Department of Extraordinary Affairs, my personal antiques acquisitions had become backlogged. They were spread out across my dangerously darkened living room like little landmines from the Ghost of Bruises Yet to Come. Luckily, a little knee pain wasnt enough to stop Tamara.
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