Peter Terry Returns
A knock at her door. A bloody axe. A murder weapon in her own living room. The elusive white man with the slash on his back is out hunting again, chasing souls. Peter Terry is haunting minds, invading dreams, and wrecking lives. As Dylan Foster searches for answers, she stumbles upon a dark cult of angel worship. Harking back to the days of Noah, it’s now blinding and intoxicating young people, leading them to their deaths. In this battle for souls, everything’s up for grabs, leaving Dylan grasping for strength as the battle rages around her. When at last she discovers the truth, it is far from the truth she expected.
“What does Peter Terry want with my son?”
“The same thing he wants with all of us. Peter Terry is a hunter,” I said. “He’s hunting souls.”
Dylan Foster, a psychology professor at Southern Methodist University, is preparing for a Saturday night date when she hears something at her front door. She opens the door--and a bloody ax falls into her entryway, bringing a young woman’s murder, quite literally, into Dylan's living room. Caught up in a desperate search for answers, Dylan must use her psychologist’s mind and acute spiritual radar to unearth the connections between the murdered girl; the accused murderer and convicted rapist Gordon Pryne; and Peter Terry, the elusive white man with the slash on his back.
Peter Terry is hunting again, chasing souls, haunting minds, invading dreams, and wrecking lives. As Dylan draws closer to the answer she seeks, she stumbles upon a discovery that draws her ever deeper into danger. But Dylan cannot find the truth—not until she realizes nothing is as it seems in the fight for the human soul…
“The master of supernatural mystery, Melanie Wells delivers big time in The Soul Hunter . A dash of romance and a generous serving of humor, seasoned with grace, makes this a thriller not to be missed.”
Kathryn Mackel, author of The Hidden
“Part mystery thriller, part comedy of manners, part novel of moral scrutiny, The Soul Hunter showcases Wells’ gift for spinning an intricate tale filled with an edgy mix of humor, suspense, and spiritual intrigue. I swallowed the novel in one deliciously terrified gulp.”
K. L. Cook, author of Last Call and The Girl from Charnelle
Story Behind the Book
“These themes—the reality of spiritual warfare, the faithfulness of God, the significance of seemingly mundane events, the importance of individual faithfulness—have always fascinated me. And Peter Terry is such a compelling character. Writing this book was almost like showing up to see what he would do next! The dimensions of the individual being seemed to spin out, creating fascinating characters and a storyline that wove itself in complicated and unexpected ways.”
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The Soul Hunter
Chapter OneYou'd think I'd have learned my lessons by now. Some people, it turns out, are not what they seem. Some secrets, it turns out, are better left untold. And some specters, it turns out, are better left unseen. And the answers, it turns out, don't always arrive in order. And when they do show up, they just might kick open a door you're better off leaving closed up tight.
I thought I'd gotten all the education I needed a year or so ago, starting with an innocuous decision I'd made to go to a cold spring pool on a hot summer day. I'd found myself standing in the gaze of the red-hot eyes of hell and discovered, quite by accident, that I'd caught the attention of the universe somehow. But not the kind of attention you want, if you get my meaning.
I'd looked evil in the eye that day and faced it down in the weeks that followed, more out of necessity than anything else. It certainly had nothing to do with bravery or spirituality or any quixotic sense of adventure I might have had. I'd just found myself in the target zone, so I'd fought when I had to, ducked when I could, and run when I couldn't think of anything else to do. And I'd eventually gotten out of the whole mess with a good-sized dose of grit, some help from the Almighty, and a couple of trips to Chicago.
It began this time, as some of my least intelligent moments do, in front of the mirror. It was the eve of my thirty-fifth birthday and I was feeling the need for self-examination, I suppose. Some misguided ritual to mark the passageway to the other side of my thirties.
Magnifying mirrors were invented by Satan, I'm convinced. No human I've ever k...