"Potential conflict of interest: This book is published by my current publisher (the very lovely Bad Press Ink). But no one has asked me to think that the opening scene is one of the realest evocations of Friday night in a 2010s pub in a shitty British town. I can feel my shoes sticking to the floor behind the bar; I can hear the young regulars begging for one last round of Sambuca. Most of all, I can feel the half-weary, half-angry, ‘I’m tired and sober, and I want you lot to fuck off clubbing.’ The book then takes a left-turn into pub-based sci-fi, and even then, you can tell that this is written by a guy who’s spent as much time leaning on the bar and observing as he has soaking up Dr Who."
Enter Mark Adams who is in serious need of a pint.
Now the fabled landlord of Peacebattle, he’s the only person who can stop the world from screaming for the rest of time.
But why chose a loser to save the world? What is the truth at the heart of the Binding Brothers’ dark religion and the monsters who thrive in its heart? And will Mark survive long enough to remember the most important advice of his entire career:
