Will picked up James’s passport and studied it for several long minutes before closing it.

“I can’t read minds, but I can read people, Pat. My gut has a sixth-sense; it tells me things when I am near people, when I watch them. I’ve worked with and around people for a very long time. I’ve gotten to know when something is wrong, no matter how many papers they wave at you. When I listen to someone talk, when I look them in the eye, I can almost see into their soul. That’s why I am a criminal profiler with the Texas Rangers.” Will grabbed a data sheet and headed to the interview room.

Pat exhaled. “I can’t give you any more on him. Let’s hope your gut can.”


Duncan settled back into his seat as he felt the plane accelerate. When the jumbo-jet lifted into a clear, late afternoon, Paris sky, his thoughts were already on his arrival in Texas.

If I could travel as fast as thought, he mused. Maybe someday we’ll come close to it, but not today. I really needed to have arrived in Austin the day before yesterday, he considered. I doubt if any device, invented in any Immortal’s lifetime, will ever allow a traveler to do that. He reached into his breast pocket, retrieved his notepad then flipped it open.

William Shepherd was on the Hunters’ hit list. I hope they don’t find him before I get there to warn him. His eyes passed over the information he had copied from the Hunters’ file. Once a lawman, always a lawman it seems. I met him in 1867, when I was working with what would come to be called the Texas Rangers. Just after that business with Kronos, who was calling himself Koren at that time, I was riding back into town when…


Javier slung his skinny leg over the bike’s frame as Richie slid his helmet back on his head and fastened the strap.

“So, what are the rules of the track here? The only thing I got on me is a helmet—no special stuff—safety jacket, boots or jersey?”

“No rules here—nothing to wear—don’t need that helmet either,” he said as he slid a pair of goggles over his eyes. “Just get to the finish line any way you can,” he said with a large grin as he manhandled the machine around to face Richie then pointed to the track.


What if Duncan hadn’t taken an interest in Richie to begin with? Would Javier still be alive if Richie wouldn’t have become an Immortal when he did? What if I had said to Mac, ‘Richie is just too much of a bother to be in our lives?’ What would have happened to me the night of October 23rd, 1993? If Richie hadn’t been with me when that gunman fired, almost point-blank at me, would I now be dead?

The path that a person travels in life will intertwine with the lives of so many others. Sometimes the outcome is good, sometimes it’s bad.


‘The Eye of Odin’ would not be complete without a unique, immortal, Texas grandmother.

Unlike most of our Immortals, who were much younger when they became immortal, some weren’t so lucky. Our grandmother found out the hard way that she was always meant to be one of these people when she was eighty-five years old.

And, as Amanda soon learns, her latest student is too old and unable to defend herself.

Or is she?


In 'The Eye of Odin', Methos has a complicated life. Once in a while, he forgets that he is an Immortal until trouble comes in the most unexpected places and times. Watch out Methos!

“Herr Doctor Hofmann, or whatever the hell you’re calling yourself in this century. I’m here for your head.”

“I believe you are mistaken,” Methos began as he put a little distance between himself and this rather short, curly-haired library janitor. “I’m Adam Pierson.”

“I said I don’t care what you call yourself today, you’ll always be Doctor Hofmann to me. I could never forget you.”

“And would you care to introduce yourself? It is the custom after all, especially if you are challenging me for my head.”

“I am and always have been Rubric Steinman. I don’t hide behind dozens of aliases. Now, what do you say?”

“Your name is still not ringing any bells. When did we meet?”teasers

“We didn’t, it was my wife you met—Heidelberg, Germany, 1654. God, is your memory failing on top of everything else or are you just trying to play dumb?”

“Thinking back to 1654 takes a bit longer than remembering what I had for breakfast this morning. I don’t remember your name from anywhere. What did I ever do to you in that year?”

“You butchered my new wife.”

Methos took a calculated step back around the edge of the table. “Was your wife a mortal or an Immortal?”

teasersIn 'The Eye of Odin', one of the worst mortal Villians an Immortal could ever cross paths with is James Horton. Any action he takes he easily justifies in the end, even if it means killing mortal and immortals alike. He knows no boundary.

"Immortals are nothing more than savage animals," James snapped. "They deserve to die—they’ll kill us all if we don’t kill them first.”

His associate nodded in agreement then added,

“The problem is many of those Immortals’ files aren’t red-flagged. They aren’t known for violence against mortals. That is going to be a problem when we start killing them off.”

“Well, we’re just going to have to convince our unbelieving Watcher brothers to see the light of our truth, as it were—or kill them too.”