I'm not sure what I got myself into here. I don't remember how I got to this book. It wasn't in my to-read list. And halfway through I kept asking myself, what the hell am I reading?? And now I'll have to read all them, to discover just who really is in charge, who is calling the shots, and more ...
Although not quite as crazy fun as the first book, this was another good read. Mercury was his weird non-sequitur self again, but didn't get as much page-time as before. The story jumps around a bit between different places, times, and groups of people, which is a little off-putting and confusing...
Each of the Mercury books seems more mad than the last. I probably would have been better off if I'd read this right after the last one because I kept thinking "eh? what?"Even so, the writing is brilliant and it was worth its cover price for the Genesis and Roger Daltry jokes.I've now bought the ...
“Drop it, Eddie,” the voice commanded. Suzy turned to see Tiamat approaching, rifle in hand. Eddie, still shakily holding Azrael’s gun on the FBI agents, hesitated. “Look, if you’re going to shoot, shoot,” said Tiamat. “I don’t have all day.” Eddie ...
So that’s the when sorted. No word yet on how or why. Now there’s a question I’d like to have answered. Why? Because he was bored, God created the Heavens and the Earth. For his senior cosmology project, God created the Heavens and the Earth. To fuck with Ederatz the Cherub, God created the Heave...
Lacking breath and a heartbeat, he found it difficult to gauge the passage of time, and meaningful rest — to say nothing of actual sleep — was an impossibility. Boric did not tire and he did not recuperate. He simply existed, forever.No, thought Boric. Not forever. There had to be a way to break ...
Selah dismissed the other two men, presumably to free them up to pursue other gun-toting-thug-related duties. We entered a room similar to the one we had just been in, but there was no bed. Straw was scattered on the floor, and in the corner was a trough full of water. In the middle of the room, ...
As the sax gave way to the strumming of a bass, he spied a man wrapped in desert garb near the entrance of a cave. “What’s happening, friend?” queried the man, a phlegmatic Amelekite who was sucking on what appeared to be a rolled up piece of papyrus stuffed with some sort of dried vegetation. Fo...