As a private inquisitor, Jak Barley's job is fairly mundane-finding errant debtors and missing property, or proving the unfaithfulness of roving spouses. It's not a vocation that makes many friends. Though a frequent patron of dark, wretched bars seldom visited by the more fastidious citizens of Duburoake, he still can be squeamish about some things - such as ghosts and rabid magicians. Barley's latest cases are just that more upsetting, dragging him into contact with sinister specters, malicious mages, irate harpies, creepy death deities and royal plots. It will take all of his backstreets...

Private Inquisitor Jak Barley wonders if his drinking cohorts at the King's Wart Inn are playing an elaborate prank on him. What else is he to think when seven dwarves want his help against a wicked witch they blame for poisoning an innocent young maiden staying with them named Frost Ivory? But it is anything but a joke when Jak finds himself the target of deadly Reverian Assassins and malevolent Viper Mages - and again facing the darkand sinister forces of Dorga, the Fish-Headed God of Death. Along the way he tangles with voracious Blackwatch Goblins, vampires, angry piss dragons, and the...

Vladimir Dragol XIII had an immense task--convincing the world he was not following in his ancestors' bloody footprints. When the chance to prove himself came in the form of an attractive princess on a quest to save world, how could he refuse? There was a slight problem--the princess loathed the Dragol line. There was also the dilemma that others alluded to in the quest prophecy--a dragon trainee and wizard's apprentice--wanted nothing to do with the task. Through Myrlyn's Gate was another foretold member of the quest who had no idea what was in store for him, including a midnight raid on the...

Private inquisitor Jak Barley is ready for some down time after battling Ghennison Viper Mages, being attacked by piss dragons, and fighting off priests of Dorga the Fished Headed God of Death. That is why Jak was not a bit amused to have a scruffy mage insist that he is to be one of a group of questers decreed in an ancient prophecy that must cross the icy Alf Mountains to foil the return of the Old Gods. To do so meant using a map all too heavily dotted with "Here Be..." warnings that read like an "Idiot's Guide to Monsters." And why are Westian Lizard Wizards targeting young red-headed...

Jak Barley, private inquisitor, hates cases involving damned creatures like vampires and zombies, but that's just what he finds himself helplessly in the middle of. Jak has come to hate adventures. He would prefer the boring cases of his earlier years in the profession when dealing with errant husbands or minor pilferings. Still, somehow he finds himself eluding corrupt officials and creatures of the night that want to suck his blood and eat his brains. He does find help in his friend and publisher of the Weekly Tattler, as well as his mysterious friend Lorenzo Spasm from a parallel...

Jak Barley, Private Inquisitor, is tired of adventures and is ready to take on only hum-drum cases offering no drama-those of missing husbands, unfaithful spouses, or fat merchants paying well for outing thieving employees-anything not involving traveling, swords, or the darker magics. Yet once again his otherworldy friend, Lorenzo Spasm, drags him into cases involving corrupt CIA (Clandestine Information Authority) agents, murderous bank robbers, nasty goblins, furious dragon chases, demonic foes, and going uncover at an elders' RW (recreational wagon) park set atop a butte overlooking a...