An extraordinary debut book of like that survives the fires of hell and transcends the boundaries of time

The narrator from the Gargoyle is an extremely contemporary cynic, physically beautiful and sexually adept, who dwells in the moral vacuum that’s modern life. As the reserve opens, he’s generating along a dark street when he is distracted with what seems to be a trip of arrows. He crashes right into a ravine and suffers horrible burns over much of his body. As he recovers in a burn off ward, going through the about The Gargoyle tortures of the damned, he awaits your day when he can leave a healthcare facility and commit carefully planned suicide-for he is today a monster to look at as well as in soul.

A beautiful and compelling, but clearly unhinged, sculptress of gargoyles by the name of Marianne Engel appears on the feet of his bed and insists that these were once lovers in medieval Germany. In her informing, he was a terribly harmed mercenary and she was a nun and scribe in the famed monastery of Engelthal who nursed him back again to wellness. As she spins their tale in Scheherazade style and relates similarly mesmerizing tales of deathless like in Japan, Iceland, Italy, and England, he discovers himself drawn back to life-and, finally, in love. He’s released into Marianne’s care and occupies home in her large stone home. But all isn’t well. For one thing, the pull of his history sins becomes ever more effective as the morphine he is prescribed becomes a lot more addictive. For another, Marianne receives term from God that she has just twenty-seven sculptures still left to complete-and her period on the planet will be completed.

Already an international literary sensation, the Gargoyle can be an Inferno for our time. It has you thinking in the impossible.