Secret Histories (Roc)
3 primary works • 7 total works
Book 3
The legendary Independent Agent is dying ...so who will inherit his hoard of secret information and fabulous secrets? For most of the last century, he was the greatest spy in the world, but now The Independent Agent is retiring, he has decided on one last great game - the six greatest spies in the world today must work together - and compete against each other - to solve the six greatest mysteries in the world. Whoever wins the game will also win The Agent's priceless treasure-trove of information. Eddie Drood, aka Shaman Bond, has been invited to join the great game, and of course he can't say no, especially when he learns what the mysteries are - everything from the Tunguska Incident to the Philadelphia Experiment, to whatever the hell it was really happened at Roswell. But that means he needs to survive working alongside old friends and old enemies ...especially when the spies start dying, one by one ...And one of them is going to haunt him ...for the rest of his life. THE SPY WHO HAUNTED ME is the third of the Secret Histories: a riveting roller-coaster ride through the dark side.
Book 4
“Take some James Bond and throw in some of Green’s own Nightside, and mix liberally with the epic over-the-top action of his Deathstalker novels, and you’re somewhere in the right neighborhood” (The Green Man Review) of this all-new urban fantasy mystery from the New York Times bestselling author of The Spy Who Haunted me…
It’s no walk in the bloody park, being a Drood—one of the family who has protected ordinary humanity from the things that go bump in the night for centuries. We’re not much liked—even by one another. Now our Matriarch is dead. Murdered. Maybe by one of us. Maybe not. It’s been left up to me, Eddie Drood, to figure out whodunit.
That’s not going to be easy. You see, opinion is divided evenly between two camps of thought: those who think the killer was Molly, my best girl, and those who think the killer was actually me. And I know for a fact that I didn’t do it.
It’s no walk in the bloody park, being a Drood—one of the family who has protected ordinary humanity from the things that go bump in the night for centuries. We’re not much liked—even by one another. Now our Matriarch is dead. Murdered. Maybe by one of us. Maybe not. It’s been left up to me, Eddie Drood, to figure out whodunit.
That’s not going to be easy. You see, opinion is divided evenly between two camps of thought: those who think the killer was Molly, my best girl, and those who think the killer was actually me. And I know for a fact that I didn’t do it.
Book 9
The New York Times bestselling author of Dr. DOA has another Secret History to share...
Some call me Shaman Bond, but I was born Eddie Drood. My family chases monsters out of closets for a living to keep humanity safe. We’ve made our fair share of enemies over the centuries—and made some questionable bargains.
In exchange for the power to fight the forces of darkness, my parents signed over their souls. Many folks have made deals with Heaven, Hell, and every otherworldly realm in between, but now the bill’s come due for some major players in the supernatural community—including my girl, Molly.
They can either pay up or participate in the “Big Game.” The rules are simple: Kill your competitors. The winner’s debt is paid in full, and the losers get themselves permanently lost, body and soul, forever.
To save my loved ones, I’ve got to become a ringer in this deadly contest which is undoubtedly rigged by the Powers That Be....
Some call me Shaman Bond, but I was born Eddie Drood. My family chases monsters out of closets for a living to keep humanity safe. We’ve made our fair share of enemies over the centuries—and made some questionable bargains.
In exchange for the power to fight the forces of darkness, my parents signed over their souls. Many folks have made deals with Heaven, Hell, and every otherworldly realm in between, but now the bill’s come due for some major players in the supernatural community—including my girl, Molly.
They can either pay up or participate in the “Big Game.” The rules are simple: Kill your competitors. The winner’s debt is paid in full, and the losers get themselves permanently lost, body and soul, forever.
To save my loved ones, I’ve got to become a ringer in this deadly contest which is undoubtedly rigged by the Powers That Be....
"The Secret Histories novels deliver "a terrific, adventurous blend of genres...[and] high-octane heroism," (SFRevu) wrapped up in a thrilling and dangerous supernatural world that only New York Times bestselling author Simon R. Green could dream up.... Call me Drood, Eddie Drood. Some know me as Shaman Bond and most simply don't want to know me at all. For centuries, my family has been keeping the things that lurk on the darker side of existence as far away as possible from humans like you, without you even knowing we're there. Unfortunately for us, not everybody appreciates what we Droods do. Recently, I personally managed to survive yet another attempt on my life, but the rest of my relatives weren't so lucky. My parents are missing in action. My grandfather has been murdered. And the future of my family lies in the iron grasp of the Lady Faire, an incredibly seductive, mysterious, and powerful being. She possesses an ancient object that can save them. I have to steal it from her. Easy enough to say, difficult-and very, very dangerous-to do... "--
"The name is Bond, Shaman Bond. Better known as Drood, Eddie Drood. Yes, I'm one of those Droods--the family who've been keeping the forces of evil contained in the shadows for as long as humans have walked the earth. Recently I suffered a slight case of death, but thanks to Molly, my best girl (who happens to be a powerful witch), I got over that right quick. Unfortunately my family wasn't so lucky. In my absence, Drood Hall was destroyed and all my relatives were killed. Which left me as the last of the Droods. I didn't much like being the last Drood, I can tell you--and then I realized that things weren't as they seemed. Someone had activated a dimensional engine, sending my Drood Hall off to an alternate Earth, replacing it with a burnt-out doppelgänger. My family is still alive out there. Somewhere. And nothing's going to stop me from finding them..."--
My name is Drood, Eddie Drood, aka Shaman Bond. For generations my family has protected you ordinary mortals against things that lurk in the darkness, just out of sight, but not at all out of mind.
Unfortunately, I’ve had a falling-out with my near and dear (some of whom were trying to kill me), so my true love and powerful witch, Molly Metcalf, and I are now in the employ of the Department of the Uncanny. We’ve been given an Extremely Important Assignment: Attend Casino Infernale, an annual event held by the Shadow Bank, financiers of all global supernatural crime. Our mission: Rig the game and bring down the Shadow Bank.
But at Casino Infernale, the stakes are high indeed—winner takes all, and losers give up their souls....
Unfortunately, I’ve had a falling-out with my near and dear (some of whom were trying to kill me), so my true love and powerful witch, Molly Metcalf, and I are now in the employ of the Department of the Uncanny. We’ve been given an Extremely Important Assignment: Attend Casino Infernale, an annual event held by the Shadow Bank, financiers of all global supernatural crime. Our mission: Rig the game and bring down the Shadow Bank.
But at Casino Infernale, the stakes are high indeed—winner takes all, and losers give up their souls....
I’m Eddie Drood. AKA Shaman Bond, a member of the Drood family. We Droods have been holding back the forces of darkness for generations. It’s a hell of a job—and we’re good at it…
But now, the Droods have hit a bad patch, what with the death of our Matriarch and the discovery that she was killed by one of our own. It’s left us in more than a bit of disarray, and it goes without saying that those forces of darkness are taking advantage of the situation. There’s a Satanic Conspiracy brewing—one that could throw humanity directly into the clutches of the Biggest of the Big Bads, forever.
Things are looking grim—and here I am, not able to be of any help. On account of I’m dead…