HaxanFrom the author of Quaternity: “The story of an immortal champion in an American West that never was, and so is all the truer for it” (Richard Parks, author of The Long Look). Thermopylae. Masada. Agincourt. And now, Haxan, New Mexico Territory, circa 1874. Through a sea of time and dust, in places that might never be, or can’t become until something is set right, there are people destined to travel. Forever. Marshal John Marwood is one of these men. Taken from a place he called home, he is sent to fight an eternal war. It never ends, because the storm itself, this unending conflict, makes the world we know a reality. Along with all the other worlds waiting to be born. Or those that were born, but died like a guttering candle in eternal night . . . The first in a series, Haxan is Lonesome Dove meets The Punisher—real, gritty, violent, and blatantly uncompromising. “A mixture of western and urban fantasy, with a cold, moody atmosphere that makes us want to put on a sweater. The author leaves the door open for a sequel, but, given the kind of life Marwood lives, it could be set anywhere, or anytime.” —Booklist |
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Contents
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Chapter 3 | |
Chapter 4 | |
Chapter 5 | |
Chapter 6 | |
Chapter 7 | |
Chapter 8 | |
Chapter 9 | |
Chapter 18 | |
Chapter 19 | |
Chapter 20 | |
Chapter 21 | |
Chapter 22 | |
Chapter 23 | |
Chapter 24 | |
Chapter 25 | |
Chapter 10 | |
Chapter 11 | |
Chapter 12 | |
Chapter 13 | |
Chapter 14 | |
Chapter 15 | |
Chapter 16 | |
Dedication Epigraph Part 1 | |
Chapter 17 | |
Part 3 | |
Chapter 26 | |
Chapter 27 | |
Chapter 28 | |
Chapter 29 | |
Chapter 30 | |
About the Author | |
Praise for Kenneth Mark Hoover | |
Copyright | |
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