Greg Fowlkes

In celestial mechanics, there is no exact solution to the class of problems of calculating the orbits of three bodies circling each other. Frank Sladek, a private investigator on Star City, a hollowed out asteroid orbiting a brown dwarf, has a different kind of problem to solve. With three bodies on his hands, he has to find a solution to dealing with the aftermath in a way that will get him off the hook and won't get him killed. Whether it's a body with four arms, a body that won't stay dead, or the body of a murdered friend who has left him a package, his task won't be easy, but whether by his wits or good aim with a laser pistol, Sladek must find a solution to survive.

The Rathcael Codex has gone missing and private investigator James Tolliver has been hired to find it. The manuscript, written sometime in the eleventh century by a mad Irish monk, had disappeared for centuries until it had surfaced in an invitation only auction in Vienna. But, on the way to its new owner, Timeus Brockington, a San Francisco millionaire, it has been stolen, leaving the intermediary, an elderly dealer in rare books, dead. Tolliver must search 1930s San Francisco while dodging criminals, cults, and a secret agent of the Vatican to find who has the Rathcael Codex.

Pleasant Prairie is much like hundreds of other towns that lie between the Mississippi and the Rockies. There is a railroad running through it, and standing tall and proud next to the tracks there is a set of grain elevators. There is a bank, a church, the county courthouse, and a main street which in practical Midwestern fashion is named Main Street. As with most small towns, the residents are born and die, get married and beget children, all within the confines of Pleasant Prairie. But outside of harvest time when the railroad and the grain elevators bustle with activity, nothing much ever happens in Pleasant Prairie. Nothing much, that is, until the day the carnival came to town.

Constable Elena Ortiz was on her way home after a two-day patrol when she spotted a vehicle pulled over on the side of the road. When she stops to investigate, she discovers the body of a man lying in the dust, the faceplate of his surface suit open, an apparent suicide. As it is late, she leaves the scene, but when she returns the next morning, both the vehicle and the body are gone.Her boss, Chief Inspector McKernan, has his own problem; something is causing people to forget they are on Mars with potentially lethal consequences. Are the two related, and what happened to the body in the dust?

The police are convinced Charles Mauston's death was a suicide. His wife has other ideas, though an insurance policy for two hundred and fifty grand might have have something to do with that, and she hires a private investigator named James Tolliver to prove it was murder. Tolliver is all too familiar with the San Francisco of the 1930s, Chinatown gangs, White Russian migr s, crooked cops, and everything else that makes up the city by the bay, and he's willing to do what it takes to show that Mauston's death was Murder After Midnight.

One of the classic paradoxes of time travel is the question of what happens if you go back in time and kill your own grandfather. But what about the case where you travel back and prevent your grandfather from being killed? This is the puzzle that private detective Harry Christian inadvertently finds himself confronted with when a client asks him to do just that. Not only must the detective face the consequences of his own actions- with time unraveling, he also becomes involved in a struggle to restore the fabric of time itself.

From the Murder on Mars Series: The Mars Club was the sanctuary of the rich and powerful on Mars; a place seemingly more at home in 1920's London than the Mars of the late 21st century. Access to the little luxuries and privacy are its main attractions, so when one of the members is found dead over port and a cigar, Chief Inspector McKernan is called in to resolve the case as quickly and discretely as possible. Unfortunately, his investigation soon reveals that everyone in the Club that night might have committed the crime. Most of the evidence he uncovers is circumstantial, but much of it points in one direction. Will the solution of the case prove to be the one man McKernan would least care to implicate?

Novellas Featuring The Fictional DetectiveThe Fictional Detective has gotten out of the Private Investigator game. Instead, he's trying to write hard-boiled masterpieces such as Death Buys a Condo. But despite the fact that the door of his office now says WRITER, some of his clients haven't gotten the word. And a strange lot of clients they are. A man that only contacts him during s ances because, well, he's dead; a female impersonator who has inherited a house that's just a little too haunted for the market, and a small time gambler who's trying to end an affair with Lady Luck.Three All New Novellas featuring the Fictional Detective: The Fictional Detective Speaks with the DeadThe Fictional Detective and the Haunted HouseThe Fictional Detective Takes On Lady Luck

Trial by MagicFive New Tales from the Casebook of Egil Njalsson, Wizard at LawEgil Njalsson is just another practicing attorney. Except, that is, for the occasional unusual client. Such as the ghost who retained his services using e-mail. Or the wolf who has been cursed by an Indian shaman to turn into a human during the full moon. Or the Leprechaun who is facing the loss of his saloon. Even when the clients are human, they have unusual problems like the Creole chef accused of making a rival a zombie or the scientist accused of transmuting a man into a statue of silicon. Yet somehow, Egil manages to resolve all his client's problems whether legal or magical. Of course it helps that he is a wizard as well as a lawyer.Trial by Magic includes five new tales from the same world as The Laws of Magic, from the Wizard at Law series.

Hut Town is the remnants of the original Martian settlement; a collection of inflatable buildings abandoned by the Trust Authority and the mining corporations and now occupied by those catering to the baser needs of miners and construction workers in for a spree. But when a corpse is found in one of the service tunnels, Chief Inspector McKernan is called in. He has plenty of questions. Who's body is it? How did they die? How did they get to Mars in the first place, and why weren't they missed? And the most important one on the Inspector's mind- are there any more bodies down there?This book is the third in the Murder on Mars series. Other books include The Blood Red Sands of Mars and A Death at Station Alpha.

On Mars the wind was rising. The grains of sand could be heard abrading the thin aluminum skin that was the only protection against the outside. On the far side of Olympus Mons a prospector lies dead in the sand. Inspector Erik McKernan, head of the handful of men that make up the small Martian police force must find the killer while threading the maze of corporate and international politics that govern the planet, and he must do it while trying to survive . . .The Blood Red Sands of Mars

Jesse Franklin Bone is one of those writers from the Golden Age of Science fiction who's works appeared regularly in the late 50's and early 60's, but whose work now is unfortunately largely forgotten and hard to find. Resurrected Press is happy to bring some of his works back into print inJesse Franklin Bone Resurrected. Stories include: Assassin, Insidekick, The Issahar Artifact, Noble Redman, To Choke an Ocean, A Question of Courage, A Prize for Edie, Pandemic