In the beginning, there was a fat crow, a hungry serpent, a fire-breathing god of rock and magma, and a woman whose beauty tugged at all the broken parts inside each of them. At least that's what a dirty shaman would have you believe as he tells you a fractured tale that contains a cancer-ridden con artist, the inevitable birth of artificial intelligence, a blues-loving lumberjack, the death of mankind, and a whole cast of characters just struggling to catch their next breath.
Well written story about everything, and nothing. The meaning of life, and death, and everything in between. I'm not sure this book is for everyone, but I think everyone could learn something about themselves by reading it.
Beautifully written stories that are interwoven telling of life, death and everything in between. This brings in authenticity from the author and has you question your own desire and mask that you wear.