Claw&Warder: Episode 3 Arms Mitzvah

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Everyone has a past, even Hassidic werewolves. Leery's past has a taste for blood and wants revenge.

There's a killer running wild in the East Village, and according to the witness, it's Leery Oriscoe in wolf form. When Van Helsing puts him on a desk, Leery storms off, leaving Dru to prove his innocence. But to do it, she will need help from her mother, and that means a trip to Hell.

It looks like Dru picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.

After another body drops, Leery is in the clear, but the Rabbi that turned him becomes the prime suspect. To make things worse, the Zombie mafia's pet necromancer assassin is in town, and she's gunning for Leery.

What better time for his Rabbi to ask him for one itty-bitty teensy-weensy little Mitzvah?

This light-hearted new series has delighted and amused thousands of readers since day one. Escape the trials of the times and immerse yourself in the supernatural otherworld of CLAW & WARDER.

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2020 Readers' Favorite Award Urban Fantasy Honorable Mention

★★★★★ "...a fascinating fantasy murder mystery that blends suspense, action, and thrills in a criminally inviting new world."

"Mitzvah is a work of fiction in the urban fantasy sub-genre and was penned by author Erik Henry Vick. The third episodic novel in the Claw & Warder series, this dark and fascinating work of fantasy continues to explore the world of Leery and Dru as they investigate paranormal events in a supernatural alternative New York City. In this particular adventure, the ghosts of Leery’s past come calling, and when the bodies start dropping, the finger of blame points at Leery himself. With his reputation and the wider community under threat, so begins a fascinating fantasy murder mystery that blends suspense, action, and thrills in a criminally inviting new world.

Right from the off, the conceptual reading experience of Hassidic werewolves in a dark but well ordered supernatural New York was an utter delight to become immersed in. Having been a huge fan of author Erik Henry Vick for his Bloodletter Saga, I already knew that the author was capable of high tension, vivid atmosphere and some really visceral and exciting horror moments, but it was a true triumph to see these coerced and molded into the crime and murder mystery genre in this unique new series. Leery and Dru are fantastic protagonists with an unusual friendship dynamic, and I also really enjoyed how the social structures of the police force and other societies in this alternative New York are played out. Overall, I would highly recommend Mitzvah and the Claw & Warder series in general to urban fantasy, crime, and mystery fans looking for a high-quality read."

--K.C. Finn, ReadersFavorite.com

★★★★★ "...demands to be read in one held breath..."

"Erik Henry Vick's Mitzvah maintains the dark, funny, and fast-paced plot of the series, blending good detective work with the intricately chaotic world of the supernatural. Meeting Dru's parents is quite a huge step forward in the warder's partnership with the werewolf, albeit the purpose is nothing to do with love. Episode 3 demands to be read in one held breath as its tide bears down on all in the final fight scene that is epic in its own right. The ghostly Judge Sewall becomes my latest favorite character as he has the last say in the court against the antagonist. As always, Erik Henry Vick delivers the satisfaction of seeing a problem resolved while overtly indicating that future troubles are ahead; this means more fun, crazy, and murderous supernatural cases for Leery and Dru."

--Lit Amri, ReadersFavorite.com

★★★★★ "...a phenomenal fantasy with extraordinary characters."

" Not only are there zombies, vampires, ghosts, and werewolves but Van Helsing's daughter, Edgar Cayce, and the queen of Hell also play significant roles in the novel. Magic, murder, and good old fashioned sleuthing are combined to create a dramatic and breathtaking plot. Although it is an exciting story with thrilling scenes, it is the third one in a series and it is not a standalone. I recommend reading the first two episodes first to fully grasp the fantastical urban concepts and origins, and the characters' histories. Other than that, it is an action-packed story complete with enough blood and gore to thrill those who are Van Helsing fans and love urban fantasy."

--Susan Sewell, ReadersFavorite.com

Praise for Claw & Warder: Episode 3 Mitzvah

Best crime fighters ever!

"Very well written and extremely entertaining! I enjoy the fantasy with the personal relationships. I’m hooked!"

Criminal investigation of the supernatural

"When I first saw this book I was skeptical, thinking it was going to be some cheese book, Boy was I surprised. This is a good book, mixing criminal investigation and fantasy. Claw and Warder are two investigators of creatures of with magical powers. It has the twist and turns of a good crime book with the added adventure of a good fantasy. Following from crime to investigation to prosecution and sentencing. I really enjoyed the book and look forward to the next in the series."

Better and better

"Loved this one. Read in one sitting! The publishing of this was a mitzvah to the reader by the author. We are in unprecedented times and this book like all its predecessors allowed for true entertainment."

Mitzvah offers an opportunity to get to know the characters better!

"Even though the subject matter seems like it should be scary, these books are fun and full of cheesy humor! I like that each new episode has a bit of a tie-in from previous episodes; it makes it fun and I get to continue to get to know the characters a bit better. I am hoping in future episodes I get to know the characters even better; what are the deeper backstories on Dru, Epatha, and Leery? Is there going to be a romance or will things stay professional?"

Great story, couldn't put it down!

"It's so good, I read it in one sitting. I was then sad it was over, but can't wait for book 4! I can definitely see my self reading every book in what is sure to be a long standing series!"

Like literary pringles

"You cannot just read one LoL!
I love the fact the the officer in site is always (so far) an author, I know and have read and enjoyed. Once again the book does not fail to satisfy and I move on now to the next episode."

Prepare to be entertained!

"Every now and then a series comes along with that perfect mix. Great unique characters, loads of action, and a storyline with enough dark humor to keep you chuckling long into the night. This is one of those series!"

Back for another supernatural crime drama

"I enjoyed the fast pace and easy read of this third book in the series. Even though each book could be read as a stand alone, why would you want to do that and miss all the expansion of the characters' backgrounds? We get glimpses of both Dru and Leery's backgrounds and I can't wait for more!"

Keeps getting better!

"The connection between the main characters that was being built in this one was intriguing. The story itself was great and I cannot wait for the next one!"

Wonderful episode!

"Mitzvah is episode 3 in Erik Henry Vick's Claw and Warder Series. Strong spells are used to confuse the crime scenes and lay blame where it doesn't belong. The team eventually trace the spells all the way right back into the heart of the zombie mafia. This time the heat is turn up and the fur is flying.

The storyline is fast-paced, action-packed and well-written. It is filled with twists and turns, magic, danger and intrigue. The characters are well-developed and engaging, bringing back all of those we know and love. I will definitely be staying tuned for Episode 4!"

Fun read

"I enjoy these books. Partly for the underlying TV show, partly due to its own wit and style. If you think New York City and werewolves and zombies and ghosts and.... well anything else has to be serious, check out this series."

1

Sarah Jane cursed under her breath. She cursed the scarf that refused to stay tucked in; she cursed the wind that tugged at the scarf and splattered her face with fat, wet snowflakes. Sarah cursed the three brown paper bags she had to schlep back from the bodega three blocks away—all because the governor had banned the use of plastic bags. Plastic bags and their convenient handles. Her mood had grown as foul as the weather and grew darker with each step, as did the sky. The fact that the bodega had been out of toilet paper and Kleenex—the two items that had gotten her out in the oncoming storm to begin with—had made her feel ready to commit murder.

Her scarf slid from around her neck and danced away into the gloaming. “Bastard wind!” Sarah yelled.

The wind howled in reply.

Sarah ducked her chin into the collar of her coat and kept on, her face pointed at the sidewalk to keep the wind-borne ice from gouging her cheeks and eyes. At least I’ll have a nice dinner and a hot toddy, she told herself.

Something pelted into her from the alley as she crossed in front of it. Something dark and big. As she fell toward the ice-choked gutter, the thing that had sent her flying snarled but kept right on trucking. She hit the street with an explosion of air from her lungs and the cacophony of her groceries thumping and rattling onto the macadam.

She pushed herself up onto her elbow. “You fucking bastard!” she shouted.

A the end of the block, the dark figure stuttered a step and straightened as it slid to a halt. It turned toward her, greenish-gold eyes gleaming in the low light. The dark figure’s mouth dropped open, and it emitted the most horrible noise she’d ever heard—a noise that froze her mid-movement and seemed even to stop her heart. It was akin to a dog snarling at someone it hated, only ten times worse.

Sarah scrambled out of the gutter, scrabbling against the cold pavement with her gloved hands and the heels of her winter boots, backing madly away from the thing in the intersection. She clambered backward until she slammed into the unforgiving stone wall of the building behind her. The monster in the street hunched its shoulders and took a single step toward her, and Sarah screamed, throwing her hands up to cover her eyes.

When she worked up the courage to splay her fingers and peek through them, the beast was gone. Breathing a sigh of relief, Sarah covered her mouth with a gloved hand and shuddered for a moment. She climbed to her feet, still watching the intersection like a cat watching a dog, and then bent to retrieve her purchases.

She re-bagged what had survived the fall, kicking the broken or destroyed items into the gutter. At least I only have two bags to carry now.

Sarah gathered her packages in her arms and stepped back onto the sidewalk. As she did so, she glanced into the alley from which her antagonist had bolted. The evening grew darker with each breath, but not so dark she couldn’t see the mess near the dumpster.

She took a single step into the mouth of the muck-strewn alley, then dropped her groceries for the second time, turned and bolted for her apartment, screaming like a tea kettle at full boil.

She no longer noticed the cold wind.

2

Leery Oriscoe held his cup of coffee carefully as he idled the unmarked car forward until it tapped the bumper of the Prius at the end of the block. He gunned the accelerator and pushed the little car forward with a shriek of protesting tires. He didn’t stop until the Prius sat in the intersection, and then he put the Crown Vic in reverse and backed into the recently vacated last spot.

Dru shook her head. “Just going to leave that poor car out there in the street?”

“Poor car? That’s a Prius, Nogan.” He sipped his coffee and popped his door open. “Come on. The scene’s right down the block.”

Shaking her head at the small car standing alone in the intersection like a forlorn lover on a train station platform, she got out and belted her coat around her middle. “One day, Oriscoe, you’re going to catch hell for something like this.”

“Yeah? That’s okay. I know someone related to one of the Four Queens of Hell. I’m sure she can help me out.”

“What makes you think I’d speak to my mother on your behalf?”

“Oh, you thought I meant you?” Leery flashed her a saucy smile, then turned and walked down the sidewalk. “Come on, Princess,” he called over his shoulder.

Muttering curses to hide her grin, Dru followed him.

Ahead, Leery ducked under the yellow crime scene tape, then stopped for a big swig of coffee. As she crossed under the tape herself, Dru wrinkled her nose. “What’s that smell?”

“Hear that, Sergeant Briggs? That is an example of the keen senses you have to cultivate to make it into SIS.”

The officer keeping the log looked at him and arched her eyebrow. “Aren’t you dead yet, Oriscoe? You’ve got to be, what, ninety?”

“Oh, Patricia, that stings!” Leery downed the rest of the coffee and held the empty cup out to her. “Here, I wouldn’t want to dirty up the scene.”

Patricia Briggs tilted her head to the side and glared at him for a moment, then turned to Dru. “Can’t you house-break him?”

Dru scoffed and shrugged. “Can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”

“Ouch! Two age jokes in such proximity! A guy could get a complex.” Leery stood there staring at Briggs, holding out his empty cup until the officer shook her head and took it. He grinned at her. “I’ll take another, thanks. As big as you can get around here.”

“I’m the officer of the log, Oriscoe. I can’t just

“No, I drink it black, but thanks anyway,” he said, talking over her. “Hey, I really appreciate you running down to that bodega in this weather. That’s really going the extra mile.” He turned away from her, ignoring her outraged expression, and stepped to the mouth of the alley. “Over here, Nogan. Come see what your nose already found.”

“You can shoot him if you like,” said Dru.

“I would, but I don’t want the paperwork. You want a cup?”

“You don’t have to do

“Yeah, but I’m already going for your flea-bitten partner.”

Dru shrugged. “Yes, please. A small, with seven sugars.”

Sergeant Briggs arched an eyebrow at her, then shook her head, mumbling something about diabetes. Then she turned and walked over to a patrolman and sent him for the coffees, adding a cup for herself.

Dru turned and followed Leery into the alley, trying not to breathe through her nose. The alley smelled like a slaughterhouse—the unmistakable coppery odor of blood, the scent of a ruptured bowel, the reek of raw meat. “What do we have, Oriscoe?”

“Oh, not much for a Thursday night.” He turned back to her and stepped closer. “Looks like something went a little nuts on this poor woman.”

Dru pulled out her flashlight and painted the scene with blue-white light. Something had shredded the poor woman’s abdomen and chest and ripped out her throat, festooning the bricks with her blood. “Hellfire,” Dru muttered.

Leery grimaced. “You can say that again.”

“Any ideas what did this?” she whispered.

Oriscoe grunted and darted a glance over his shoulder at the mouth of the alley. “Yeah, unfortunately. These wounds…the throat, they spell one thing to this old wolf.”

Dru glanced at him.

“Yeah,” he said in a tone she could only just hear. “One of my kind.”

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