Happy Hour In Hell (Bobby Dollar 2)

Happy Hour in Hell (US) by Tad Williams

I’ve been told to go to Hell more times than I can count. But this time I’m actually going.

My name’s Bobby Dollar, sometimes known as Doloriel, and of course, Hell isn’t a great place for someone like me — I’m an angel. They don’t like my kind down there, not even the slightly fallen variety. But they have my girlfriend, who happens to be a beautiful demon named Casimira, Countess of Cold Hands. Why does an angel have a demon girlfriend? Well, certainly not because it helps my career.

She’s being held hostage by one of the nastiest, most powerful demons in all of the netherworld — Eligor, Grand Duke of Hell. He already hates me, and he’d like nothing better than to get his hands on me and rip my immortal soul right out of my borrowed but oh-so-mortal body.

But wait, it gets better! Not only do I have to sneak into Hell, make my way across thousands of miles of terror and suffering to reach Pandemonium, capital of the fiery depths, but then I have to steal Caz right out from under Eligor’s burning eyes and smuggle her out again, past demon soldiers, hellhounds, and all the murderous creatures imprisoned there for eternity. And even if I somehow manage to escape Hell, I’m also being stalked by an undead psychopath named Smyler who’s been following me for weeks. Oh, and did I mention that he can’t be killed?

So if I somehow survive Hell, elude the Grand Duke and all his hideous minions and make it back to the real world, I’ll still be the most hunted soul in Creation. But at least I’ll have Caz. Gotta have something to look forward to, right?

So just pour me that damn drink, will you? I’ve got somewhere to go.

Happy Hour in Hell (UK) by Tad WilliamsHAPPY HOUR IN HELL
Volume 2 of the Bobby Dollar Books
Coming from DAW Sept 3, 2013
and Hodder-Stoughton UK Sept 2013

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Happy Hour in Hell (NL) by Tad WilliamsAlso coming soon from Dromen & Demonen, Tad’s publisher in the Netherlands.

From Happy Hour in Hell:

My first impression of Gravejaw House was that I had somehow fallen out of Hell and landed smack dab in the middle of Shoreline Park, the abandoned and thoroughly dilapidated amusement park back home in Jude. The commissar’s fortress, rising like a bizarre tumor from the crest of the hill, looked less like a castle than like a pile of giant toy blocks left behind by some bored and colossal infant. It was hard to tell under the red lantern-light of Hell, but the leaning walls and the bottoms of the crooked towers looked as if they had once been painted in broad multicolored stripes and whorls and other odd patterns. The entrance road wound through vast, chaotic gardens, which seemed to consist mostly of partially skeletonized corpses planted waist-deep in dry, stony ground, tangled in vines and prickling thorns so that it was hard to tell where the foliage left off and the muscle fibers and slickly-gleaming nerves began. When I saw one of them twitch and its ragged mouth form a soundless cry for help, I realized that the climbing-trellises were alive, after a fashion.

“Ah,” said Niloch, watching my face. “Do you like it? It is so hard in these rustic areas to know what to do with servants when they become too decrepit to work. I could have sold them for scrap, but I wouldn’t have got much. This way they provide beauty long after their useful time is past.”

For another taste of Happy Hour in Hell, see this exclusive excerpt on Grasping for the Wind.

And don’t miss the first book in the Bobby Dollar series, The Dirty Streets of Heaven, now available in mass market paperback, audiobook, and e-book formats.

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