This book is like riding a Harley at 110 miles per hour down a deserted interstate in the dead of night. While you’re drunk. And bad guys are emptying guns at you.

This book kicks all kinds of ass.

Sandman Slim is the story of Stark, whose friends betrayed him eleven years ago and sent his living body to Hell (quaintly named Downtown in the story). To everyone’s surprise, Stark managed to survive and even thrive a little in the depths of Hell as an arena combatant, where Hellions bet on him and helped him cheat by slipping him spells and hexes and potions that made him pretty damn hard to kill.

Then he escaped.

Stark is back in Los Angeles, mad as hell (pun intended), and gunning for the group who sent him Downtown. He wants revenge and he wants it now. But he finds it’s not as easy as he thought it might be. The ringleader of the old gang has grown almost unimaginably powerful, and when they realize the man they thought was dead is back in the world of the living, the tides turn and they come after him.

He thought he had nothing else to lose, but in that he is very, very wrong.

A great read told with a blistering prose style that’s funny and ironically self-aware without being precious or annoying. Pick it up. You won’t be disappointed.