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456 pages, Paperback
First published October 4, 2005
“Why couldn't the merciful God turn down the sunlight so it wasn't blasting like a red furnace against his aching eyes? Because he'd worshipped the god of beer, thats why. He'd broken a commandment and worshipped the false and foamy god of beer. And now he was being punished.”
He was a fucking cobra,
just as patient, just as lethal.