I Live in Hell

<p><strong>The inferno comes calling in this genre-bending epic of urban horror. Visceral surreal and darkly funny <em>I Live in Hell</em> balances damnation and dread with heart humor and a touch of absurdity.</strong></p><p></p><p>On his twenty-fifth birthday Hector Ghouseau wakes up soaked in piss. <em>That's normal.</em> His dreams of ravenous flies and swinging corpses? <em>Not so much.</em></p><p></p><p>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.)</p><p></p><p>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.</p><p></p><p>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.</p><p></p><p><strong>Praise from Goodreads</strong></p><p><em>I Live in Hell by Mike Salinas is wild weird and honestly kind of genius.</em></p><p></p><p><em>Fast-paced character-driven horror that doesn't pull its punches.</em></p><p></p><p><em>The humor hits the darkness hits and somehow it still makes you feel something real.</em></p><p></p><p><em>For all its insanity I Live in Hell is actually a pretty solid look at the impact of trauma.</em></p><p></p><p><em>What did I just read and why do I want more?</em></p><p></p><p><em>For anyone who's ever lived wallowed or loved in Chicago.</em></p><p></p><p><em>Mike Salinas has that dog in him-even if that dog is a little deranged.</em></p>