Felix Castor Series Books 1 to 5 - Mike Carey Audiobook

Written by Mike Carey
Read by Michael Kramer
Format: M4B
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Felix Castor Series Books 1 to 5
Narrated by Michael Kramer

The Devil You Know
(Felix Castor #1)
Felix Castor is a freelance exorcist, and London is his stamping ground. It may seem like a good ghost buster can charge what he likes and enjoy a hell of a lifestyle–but there’s a risk: Sooner or later he’s going to take on a spirit that’s too strong for him. While trying to back out of this ill-conceived career, Castor accepts a seemingly simple ghost-hunting case at a museum in the shadowy heart of London - just to pay the bills, you understand. But what should have been a perfectly straightforward exorcism is rapidly turning into the Who Can Kill Castor First Show, with demons and ghosts all keen to claim the big prize. That’s OK: Castor knows how to deal with the dead. It’s the living who piss him off…

Vicious Circle
(Felix Castor #2)
Castor has reluctantly returned to exorcism after the case of the Bonnington Archive ghost convinced him that he really can do some good with his abilities (’good’, of course, being a relative term when dealing with the undead). But his friend, Rafi, is still possessed; the succubus, Ajulutsikael (Juliet to her friends), still technically has a contract on him; and he’s still - let’s not beat around the bush - dirt poor.

Doing some consulting for the local constabulary helps pay the bills, but Castor needs a big, private job to really fill the hole in his overdraft. That’s what he needs. What he gets, good fortune and Castor not being on speaking terms, is a seemingly insignificant ‘missing ghost’ case that inexorably drags himself and his loved ones into the middle of a horrific plot to raise one of Hell’s fiercest demons.

And when Satanists, sacrifice farms, stolen spirits and possessed churches all appear on the same police report, the name of Felix Castor can’t be too far behind . . .

Dead Men’s Boots
(Felix Castor #3)
You might think that helping a friend’s widow to stop a lawyer from stealing her husband’s corpse would be the strangest thing on your To Do list. But life is rarely that simple for Felix Castor.
A brutal murder in King’s Cross bears all the hallmarks of a long-dead American serial killer, and it takes more good sense than Castor possesses not to get involved. He’s also fighting a legal battle over the body - if not the soul - of his possessed friend, Rafi, and can’t shake the feeling that his three problems might be related. With the help of the succubus Juliet and paranoid zombie data-fence Nicky Heath, Castor just might have a chance of fitting the pieces together before someone drops him down a lift shaft or rips his throat out. Or not. . .

Thicker Than Water
(Felix Castor #4)
Felix Castor is a freelance exorcist, so dealing with the dead is his stock in trade. Between his private clients and some consulting for the Met, he thinks he’s seen it all. But a late-night call out to a South London housing estate proves that he still has a few surprises left. After all, it’s not every day you see your own name painted in blood at a a crime scene.

But that’s only the beginning. The estate is in the grip of an epidemic of violence, and it doesn’t take Castor’s sixth sense to realise that something very wrong is happening. The Anathemata, excommunicated militant arm of the Catholic Church, is on the case, too, but it’s brutal solution may only make things worse. And Castor’s brother, Matthew, is pursuing a secret agenda of his own.

Blood may be thicker than water, but Castor suspects he’s dealing with something thicker than blood. And he needs to find it before the Anathemata. Or there’ll be hell to pay…

The Naming of the Beasts
(Felix Castor #5)
They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, but if you ask Castor he’ll tell you there’s quite a bit of arrogance and reckless stupidity lining the streets as well.

And he should know. There’s only so many times you can play both sides against the middle and get away with it. Now, the inevitable moment of crisis has arrived and it’s left Castor with blood on his hands. Well, not his hands, you understand; it’s always someone else who pays the bill: friends, acquaintances, bystanders.

So Castor drowns his guilt in cheap whisky, while an innocent woman lies dead and her daughter comatose, his few remaining friends fear for their lives and there’s a demon loose on the streets. But not just any demon - this one rides shotgun on his best friend’s soul

And it can’t be expelled without killing him.

Looks like Felix Castor’s got some tough choices to make, because expel the demon he must or all Hell will break loose. Literally …