With the help of a fugitive AI robot, a teenager framed by the most powerful organization on Earth, sets out to clear his name and expose a dark and terrible truth to the world.
Amidst the gathering storm, rebellions and alliances are sealed and broken, gods cast lots on warring nations, and ravens whisper prophecy into the ears of druids. The renegade blade rises from ash, to burn through the endless night as fire.
In the Badlands of Montana, young Molly Wilder discovers the fossil remains of a 66-million-year-old winged, flesh-eating monster. This discovery thrusts her into a hidden war between unknown enemies and the truth behind humankind’s own mythology.
I love it when poets write prose. The Sleeping Man feels like a condensed divine comedy of old as told by the Cowboy Junkies. I can't wait to hold the pulp version of this book. When Mr. Carignan sees fit to allow me to pre-order it, I shall.
