Aug 8, 2012
Sitting at the table closest to the bar top and the barmaid, there was a skinny man sucking on a chicken bone. He had a dull, slightly brain damaged look on his face, complete with drool rolling toward his feeble jaw line. In the corner furthest from the bar top and the barmaid, there was what might have been what was once a man, but was now a sweating flesh pile in a stained undershirt.
An excerpt from, The Last Reich Bringing Up God First, Matthew H. Jones' biting, gunslinging Β tale will mentally transport you to a place you never knew anyone could create.Β
