Science fiction, literary fiction, horror, urban fantasy, poetry, comedy - this collection of short stories and poetry from the award-winning creator of Quincy Harker, Demon Hunter has a little bit of everything. Have Spacecat, Will Travel spans a decade of novelist John G. Hartness' career, with short stories featuring Bubba the Monster Hunter, The Dead Old Ladies Detective Agency, and a few new characters you may not have met before. Stories from series include: Have Spacecat, Will Travel is from the “Salvage Universe” series of books from various authors. On a Hill Far Away has Lila Grace from the “Dead Old Ladies Detective Agency” book. Shiny is from the “Queen of Kats” series. Walk the Dinosaur has Bubba in New Mexico Knight of the Green from the anthology “Camelot 13” has updated versions of the Knights of the Round Table Stand-alone short stories: Fair Play is a short story about serial killers. Don’t Stop Believing is about a mage who hunts demons. Cheers a drunk and a funeral Dance in the Graveyard an amateur wrestler hunts ghosts The Christmas Lights Jeremiah's first holiday season as a widower. Reunion Jessica Bates is tricked into going back to her school where years earlier she was the only survivor of a devastating fire. Also included are some of the author's favorite examples of his narrative-style poetry that he describes as "redneck failed songwriter poetry." Inspired by David Childers, John Hiatt, John Prine, and Jason Isbell, the stories created in these poems will stay with you long after you close the book. Of My Understanding He’s a Stratocaster Messiah, long hair swirling around his tattooed shoulders as he wails the Word at the wasted youth who scream with the tear-streaked cheeks of the truly untouched. She’s the Shepherd swaddled in cardboard, shivering beside the dumpster, faith discarded like yesterday’s meatloaf crying for a piece of salvation or just a promise of resurrection. He’s the God of his understanding all turned out in pinstripes and pocket square with his envelope bulging ostentatious in the plate, greasy grin and clammy handshake for the pastor on his frantic way down the steps for kickoff. She’s the Trinity of love, innocence and the suffering of little children with her blonde hair covering the scars from mommy didn’t mean to and daddy gets angry when he drinks. She smiles undimmed and leaves a flower on the lady sleeping in the alley so she can have a pretty bright beside her when she wakes.