Three seemingly unrelated stories: 1945 – Hitler kills himself? 1955 – A Man wanders a desert searching for snow. 2005 – Haunted by nightmares, Maris Blackson a New Orleans detective must face his demons as his city faces destruction.
A storm is coming, a devil is approaching... and the body count is only starting to rise.
I’m an Irish writer who enjoys good fiction. I’ve travelled the globe. I’ve climbed mountains. I’ve swam beneath the oceans. I’ve seen sights and wonders that would make the coldest hearts melt. I’ve consumed the most powerful hallucinogens known to man. I’ve done it all. But nothing compares to a good book. Imagination is infinite. It knows no limits. Our species is only limited by how much we dare to dream. And I dare to dream of a better world.
An hilarious tale by seemingly (and if so surprisingly) new author Gavin Knox.
Speed. Action. Philosophy. Comedy. Time travel.
A serious theme, perhaps, delivered in smoothly chained spoonfuls of the best medicine.
Great writing, and a masterful command over interweaving POVs (points of view).
Read this book on recommendation of a friend. Glad I did! And I will certainly be looking out for Gavin Knox's new releases, if indeed he makes any.
Some quotes, from the work, which I highlighted to remember:
'Adolf did not want much. To be supreme leader of the world was his only want. Adolf was beginning to get impatient.'
'Maris inspected this vivid dreamscape in which he found himself. The upstairs hallway had wood plank flooring. He knelt down and touched it. "Feels like wood..."'
'When you have not cried in a very long time the salt from that very first tear stings your eye.'
'At this point Adolf had the unremitting attention of all United States of Americans within close proximity. They had an inability to avoid gazing upon him. His speckless Nazi uniform, unblemished boots, clean cut hair, and well groomed toothbrush moustache exuded sex appeal.'