(Newly updated with illustrations for every chapter.)A CRIME STORY OF DRUGS, ANCIENT VENDETTAS, AND MURDER. MINOTAURS.Glory is your typical twenty-three year old college dropout. She sleeps on her mom's couch, scores weed for her prudish brother, and is just doing what she can to get by and figure out what she wants from life. That is, until she's swept into a centuries-old war between rival immortals. Oh, and she's an immortal herself, so THAT'S a thing that happens.To get to the bottom of a supernatural civil war, Glory has to find a way to kill the unkillable (YEAH, RIGHT), defeat an army of trained assassins using little but her wits (NOPE), and somehow get the drugs to her brother before she cops a possession charge (SHE'S SCREWED), and along the way, maybe save the world (WE'RE PROBABLY SCREWED TOO).... SEX, DRUGS, and ETERNAL LIFE.
Neal was born and raised in Tacoma, Washington. He attended college at Western Washington University, pursuing a course in secondary education before being drummed out of the program and forced back to his one true love, the written word. It’s a long story. An administrator went bonkers and he wasn’t much interested in teaching anyway.
Don’t worry about it.
By this time he had written three novels, but hadn’t yet learned his lesson, and proceeded to continue writing novels for the next twenty years. The more recent ones are worth damns.
As he did this, he wrote a number of comic books, ultimately settling on about the thirty-fifth and thirty-sixth for proper publication. There were times, many times, when his work was accepted by publishers, and then those publishers closed, so most of the time, he works for himself. This is good. It keeps him hungry. It makes the work better. That’s what he tells himself, anyway. It would be nice to have some scratch, though, he often thinks.
In the middle of all of that, to pay the bills, he delivered papers, bussed tables, hosted, waited tables, cooked, worked construction, did day labor, was a caregiver, and took work as a handyman. When he was a construction worker he built houses, which is kind of cool, but unfortunately most of his clients when he was a caregiver have since died. It wasn’t his fault. Honest.
Most recently he was a personal assistant. Now he just writes. And after he wrote that last sentence, he wondered casually how one could reduce all the time, faith, effort, work, and life that goes into writing into a “just,” but by the time the next sentence had come to pass, he’d moved on. Produce or die.
He was represented by a reputable agent for a good long time, but that agent forgot that he existed and unceremoniously dumped him randomly. It was a bummer. Are you an agent? Do you want a crazy, dedicated, hard-working and hungry writer with a whole bunch of experience and some good books that need to get noticed? Let’s kick some ass. Neal Bailey is a closer. He gets coffee. No, that’s not what I mean. I won’t get you coffee. It’s a reference. I have to explain that? Oh, Jesus Christ.
Rollicking good fun. The tone ranges from punk to bawdy to philosophical and quasi-spiritual. But it always funny. A good time is guaranteed for all! Well, maybe not the prudish or pious, but for most of us.
I really enjoyed this story and the protagonist, Glory. She is fearless and a badass! I loved the world building around Genesis as well, really well thought out. If you enjoy fantasy, I recommend giving this a try.
The main character, Glory, had me cracking up hysterically many times. I love her snark and the conversations that she has. Glory is easily my favorite character ever.