John Conquer

Calm, Cool, Collected!From The Pages of Occult Detective QuarterlyIn 1976 Harlem, He's the man you call when your hair stands up…He's JOHN CONQUER, P.I. 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 Collects Conquer Comes Calling, Conquer Gets Crowned, Conquer Comes Correct and four previously unpublished stories – Keep Cool, Conquer, Conquer Cracks His Whip, Conquer And The Queen of Crown Heights, and Who The Hell Is John Conquer? Includes a sneak peak at the full-length novel Conquer: Fear Of A Black Cat, coming in 2021.

Who's The Black Private Dick That's A Hex Machine With All The Tricks?CONQUER!It's 1977 and gods and demons stroll the red-hot streets of the N-Y-C. The Summer of Sam is in full swing when the fortune teller who raised John turns up dead and mutilated in her kitchen. Conquer vows to turn the Five Boroughs upside down in order to find the doer. Is it the elusive .44 Caliber Killer? Is it the Devil of Harlem, King Solomon? What do block parties in the Bronx gotta do with the price of bread? Is John finally in over his afro?Betta read the book, sucka, and find out!