Hell Roads

Is my hero, Rhodes, really off--with jutting jaw, or merely Beckettian shuffle--to the flames of Hell? What is the end, in the final novel of the quintet--what is the last twist of the dire path for our hapless guy? Will there be no rose to sniff along the way? Why is he writing to us from a prison cell in Marseille? We'll know in a few months: The Jailbird's Song. #Bughouse Blues. www.peterthompsonbooks.com

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