In 1976 Harlem, John Conquer, PI is the cat you call when your hair stands up...the supernatural brother like no other. From the pages of Occult Detective Quarterly, he's calm, he's cool, and now he's collected in Conquer. From Hoodoo doctors and Voodoo Queens, the cat they call Conquer’s down on the scene! With a dime on his shin and a pocket of tricks, A gun in his coat and an eye for the chicks. Uptown and Downton, Harlem to Brooklyn, Wherever the brothers find trouble is brewin,’ If you’re swept with a broom, or your tracks have been crossed, If your mojo is failin’ and all hope is lost, Call the dude on St. Marks with the shelf fulla books, ‘Cause ain’t no haint or spirit, or evil-eye looks, Conjured by devils, JAMF’s, or The Man, Can stop the black magic Big John’s got on hand! Collects "Conquer Comes Calling", "Conquer Gets Crowned", "Conquer Comes Correct", and four previously unpublished stories - "Keep Cool, Conquer", "Conquer Cracks His Whip", "Conquer and the Queen of Crown Heights", and "Who the Hell Is John Conquer?"