By Richard Kadrey
James Stark, a.k.a. Sandman narrow, crawled out of Hell, took bloody revenge for his girlfriend's homicide, and kept the realm alongside the way in which. After that, what do you do for an encore? you are taking a awful task monitoring down monsters for funds. It's a gloomy gig, however it can pay in your beer and cigarettes. yet in L.A., issues can continuously get worse.
Like while Lucifer involves city to oversee his motion picture biography and drafts Stark as his bodyguard. Sandman narrow has to swim with the human and inhuman sharks of L.A.'s underground strength elite. That's prior to the murders commence. And prior to he runs into the Czech porn famous person who isn't particularly what she turns out. Even earlier than all these murdered humans commence returning from the useless and subscribe to a zombie military that may swap our global and Stark's forever.
Death bites. lifestyles is worse. All issues thought of, Hell's now not having a look so undesirable.
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