A Madness of Angels
Two years after his untimely death, Matthew Swift finds himself breathing once again, lying in bed in his London home.Except that it's no longer his bed, or his home. And the last time this sorcerer was seen alive, an unknown assailant had gouged a hole so deep in his chest that his death was... show more
Two years after his untimely death, Matthew Swift finds himself breathing once again, lying in bed in his London home.Except that it's no longer his bed, or his home. And the last time this sorcerer was seen alive, an unknown assailant had gouged a hole so deep in his chest that his death was irrefutable...despite his body never being found.He doesn't have long to mull over his resurrection, though, or the changes that have been wrought upon him. His only concern now is vengeance. Vengeance upon his monstrous killer and vengeance upon the one who brought him back.
Publish date: February 1st 2010
Pages no: 613
Edition language: English
, Science Fiction Fantasy
, Urban Fantasy
, European Literature
, British Literature
Series: Matthew Swift (#1)
We sat on the bench in the middle of the capsule and watched our city expand beneath us, and felt like God. We had never seen anything so beautiful, and could not conceive of more magic in the world. Matthew Swift is a sorcerer, and something else besides, his consciousness haunted (for want of a b...
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Sometimes an author captures my imagination, and as long as they fail to become blazingly incompetent, I’m along for the ride. So it was with A Madness of Angels. Matthew Swift wakes up from death, lost, confused, unaware its been two years since he died, as for him it feels like moments ago. The ...
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