I'm happy to announce that my debut novel, The End of the World is Rye , will be available from Rosarium Publishing in June 2015. " The End of the World Is Rye is a top-notch urban fantasy. Funny and sharp, it doesn't choke a good story in whimsy. Fans of Preacher and Sandman will have a great time with this one." -- Garrett Cook, Time Pimp What would you do for the perfect sandwich? Kill? Die? Well, if you were a rogue angel, you might just cause the Apocalypse. And it looks like that's just what he's about to do when he lands in a polygamist cult in Utah. So, now it's up to the rest of God's divine posse, including Jesus and Lucifer , to save all of existence from certain destruction. In his debut novel, Brett Cottrell takes you on a provocative, celestial roller coaster ride that will have you laughing on the edge of your seat all the way to the gates of Hell.
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