Human beings aren’t the only creatures, in all the planes of existence, threatened by change and fear the unknown. Horace’s recent confrontations with ‘superior beings’ and the unusual circumstances of Niki’s pregnancy have placed a bounty on both their heads. That is, unless Jehna can broker a deal that ensures everyone involved has something to lose, without tearing the group of friends apart.
As the details of the blood-contract unfold, it becomes increasingly obvious it’s not ‘if’ the agreement will be broken, but when…
What will it mean for Horace and Niki when the lines are crossed, not to mention Shepard and their angelic allies? Will their enemies finally be able to swing the axe they’ve been grinding for centuries?
Which of the friends will fall under the heavy blade of revenge, and who will be left standing at the end of… Death Match?
Review by Twinsie Kelly
Death Match is all sorts of sideways, full of “it’ll be fun”, enthusiastic consumption, and being uppercase FUCKED! This is one of my favorite books in this series but not for the same reasons I enjoyed the others. In the other books, there was a lot of crazy gore and crude humor that made the books ‘off the wall’ enjoyable for me. This one though, a lot of people matured and really grew as characters and more of a familial unit. Our ragtag band of misfits is in a world of trouble. Lives will be taken, some spared, and all in the name of what exactly? Even a sliver of God can make a loophole. The guys all band together and keep to the contract that Jehna laid out while constantly being surprised when they learn of another important piece of the contract. As the story unfolds it will pull at your heartstrings but also keeps you on your toes with the action and wit that I am sure will never go away with this group. I am going to patiently wait for the next installment in this series. In the meantime, I am going to read Bob’s book, Savaged. On the other hand, I really miss Shepard and Horace. I can’t wait to see what trouble the gang can get into next!
I was born high in the Andes and raised by a band of wandering gypsies. At the ripe old age of 7, I struck out on my own, dabbling in the arts of alchemy and personal financing. Neither of the trades paid off. At 13 I became the personal juggler for Stephen King, but alas, that didn’t last long either. Since then, I’ve wandered aimlessly through life and this planet, stopping along the way to help people and smite the wicked.
A little while ago I decided to try my hand at writing. I published The True Death series independently in 2015 and currently have twelve books published to date.