Clockwork Angels - OUT NOW!
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In the Beginning...In the beginning there was light, war, and chaos; and it was the Devil who saved the world.
Now a new war is brewing, and the human race unwittingly stands upon the precipice of a cataclysm. Perplexed by a divine command to search for a Hindu thief and bothered by premonitions he does not understand, Lucky, the Devil, endeavors to find three relics key to the imminent conflict. If only the Almighty would send him a text instead of cryptic visionary bullshit, he might stand a better chance of saving the world. Again.
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Coming soon
Cardboard Demons
Sequel to Clockwork Angels
An excerpt:
Oh, thou wretched woman, Lucifer thought bitterly, rubbing his head. A pox on thy twat for all eternity.
He was already frustrated. Eve could be deliberately stupid in a way that was simply beyond Adam, who was comparatively easy to understand: pecker first, stomach second, and everything else a distant third. Woman was far more nuanced, and convincing her to eat the damn apple was going to be more difficult than Lucifer had thought.
Uriel, archangel and guardian of Eden - and Lucifer’s one true friend - laughed his ass off when shown the lump resultant of Lucifer’s recent braining. Appearing in spider form may not have been the best way to broach the apple subject to the first woman.
“Spiders the woman loveth not, Lucifer,” Uriel said, wiping his eyes. “Art thou retarded?”
“Go violate thyself, dear friend.”
Oh, thou wretched woman, Lucifer thought bitterly, rubbing his head. A pox on thy twat for all eternity.
He was already frustrated. Eve could be deliberately stupid in a way that was simply beyond Adam, who was comparatively easy to understand: pecker first, stomach second, and everything else a distant third. Woman was far more nuanced, and convincing her to eat the damn apple was going to be more difficult than Lucifer had thought.
Uriel, archangel and guardian of Eden - and Lucifer’s one true friend - laughed his ass off when shown the lump resultant of Lucifer’s recent braining. Appearing in spider form may not have been the best way to broach the apple subject to the first woman.
“Spiders the woman loveth not, Lucifer,” Uriel said, wiping his eyes. “Art thou retarded?”
“Go violate thyself, dear friend.”
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