The inferno comes calling in this genre-bending epic of urban horror. Visceral, surreal, and darkly funny, I Live in Hell balances damnation and dread with heart, humor, and a touch of absurdity.
On his twenty-fifth birthday, Hector Ghouseau wakes up soaked in piss. That's normal. His dreams of ravenous flies and swinging corpses? Not so much.
Nightmares become reality when evil talking mice and giant sentient tongues show up to tell him that he's going to Hell-all thanks to a drunken bet between his dead father and a sadistic demon named Bub. (Thanks, Dad.)
To make matters worse, Bub recruits a knife-happy maniac to help stain the Chicago snow red. And when Hector's roommate and ex-girlfriend both get caught in the fallout, his only shot at saving them might be his own death.
Between dive bars and work hangovers, Hector stumbles into a cosmic tug-of-war of absurd proportions and incomprehensible horror-where the rules don't make sense, and God is hiding something big.
Praise from Goodreads
I Live in Hell by Mike Salinas is wild, weird, and honestly kind of genius.
Fast-paced, character-driven horror that doesn't pull its punches.
The humor hits, the darkness hits, and somehow, it still makes you feel something real.
For all its insanity, I Live in Hell is actually a pretty solid look at the impact of trauma.
What did I just read, and why do I want more?
For anyone who's ever lived, wallowed, or loved in Chicago.
Mike Salinas has that dog in him-even if that dog is a little deranged.
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