By Richard Kadrey
“An addictively pleasing, deeply fun, dirty-ass masterpiece.”
“A sharp-edged city delusion, soaking wet in blood and cynicism, tipping its hat to Sam Peckinpah, Raymond Chandler, and the anti-heroes of Hong Kong cinema….A bravura performance.”
—San Francisco Chronicle
“I couldn’t placed it down.”
Sandman Slim has arrived—a wild and bizarre, edge-of-your-seat supernatural roller-coaster rider that propels writer Richard Kadrey to the vanguard of the delusion, mystery, and a bunch of different literary genres. This spellbinding, totally extraordinary story of a vengeful magician/hitman’s go back from hell is an element H.P. Lovecraft, half Christopher Moore, half Jim Butcher, and absolutely, unabashedly darkish, twisted, and hilarious.
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I will be able to inform that Junior harm her, fooling around in her lungs. I provide her the Browning and the military Colt pistols. I pull the na’at from my coat. Twist the grip to break down the guts shaft in order that it hangs like a whip. I element to the doorways. “Open sesame,” I say. sweet brings up either weapons and blasts open the dual doorways. within, it’s nearly comical. Don’t satan worshippers have any mind's eye? It’s like a sizzling subject Halloween social gathering. There’s a circle of guys donning lengthy, black, hooded gowns. each one guy holds a silver dagger. among all the males is a drugged, bare starlet wannabe with an inverted pentagram lower into her chest. Up on the altar, the top priest holds a glittery kris over an subconscious angel. The angels are what make the scene no longer humorous. There are 13 of them. those who’ve been at Avila the longest are filthy. chop up, faded, and bruised. The more recent, much less abused ones are hog-tied with brilliant, diamond-like cords. With Kissi guards stationed open air, it most likely didn’t happen to the devil’s nitwits to have a few safeguard within. sweet and that i are lovely beat up, yet they don’t recognize that. Plus, we’re armed. Plus, we’re lined in sufficient blood and dust that we glance like Hell arrived within the room a bit ahead of they anticipated. one of many robed satanists takes a swipe at sweet together with his dagger and he or she blows a manhole in his chest with a blast from the army Colt. extra males cost because the large clock over the altar hits the 1st dead night chime. sweet wades into the gang and blasts an individual who will get close to her. I swing the na’at over my head, allow it expand to just about its complete size, and crack it like a bullwhip. The excessive priest’s hand and kris knife fly off in several instructions. He screams and falls to his knees. Bye-bye, gates of Hell. the remainder of the old-boy coven doesn’t appear to observe that they’ve already misplaced. They swarm us. all at once I’m again within the area. Swinging the na’at, feeling it shear bones ideal. convey my arm up and sweep it down. permit the na’at’s personal momentum hold it via whatever in its method. i'll cross on killing those men all evening. yet I can’t pass thoroughly wild. The glassy-eyed starlets are status round like drugged sheep. I muscle them off the killing ground while i will. They fall over like bowling pins with knockers. extra satanists are operating out of the room than are staying round to struggle, that's high quality through me. My knee burns me whenever I take a step. sweet isn’t utilizing the weapons anymore. She’s again to tooth and claws, a meat grinder in tight denims and Chuck Taylors. I cave in the na’at and carry my fingers out at my aspects. the previous couple of demanding situations come at me with their daggers. I don’t even struggle them. I don’t need to. They stab and minimize and all they hit are my scars. every one knife thrust hurts, yet now not sufficient to subject, and none attracts blood. after which it’s over. The final satanists are lifeless or limping off into the membership the place the Vigil is expecting them with scorching cocoa and Tasers. The drugged starlets stare at one another attempting to take into account precisely what they’re auditioning for and while cloth cabinet goes to reach.