Welcome to the world of master fabulist Edward Morris, where History has been pulled down a Hieronymus Bosch rabbit-hole and everything makes far too much sense. In Morris’s alternate history tour de force, on an East Coast two centuries after Armageddon, a rogue soldier throws himself back in Time to wreak havoc upon History and feed on the blood in . . .
When the purple-haired dame showed up at the agency, Flank Ploughman, private investigator, did his best to send her away. Like it said on the door, he didn’t take that kind of case. But he couldn’t resist cash when it was right in front of him like that, and soon he was caught up in the underground of Tokyo’s Seru . . .
At the Eschaton City docks, Detective Sean Gibson begins his investigation into a bizarre cult-related murder. Meanwhile, Morgan Duane, professional cat burglar, is hired to steal a priceless artifact: the Book of the Blind. As events unfold, it becomes evident that these events are inextricably connected, that old gods are reclaiming their rightful places among mankind, and that it . . .
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I’ve always had a thing for detective stories. Sherlock Holmes, The Maltese Falcon, Blade Runner, Law and Order, Tracer Bullet (yes, I just mentioned Calvin and Hobbes), these are some of the greats. There’s something about a detective story that I like. Maybe it’s their use of intellect to solve a problem. Maybe it’s the fact that they use their [more . . .]