Hell has come to claim the last mortal universe. A bleeding tower has burst through the 24-Hour Fitness parking lot. Demons circle the city of San Diego. One name is called to challenge Lucifer’s Champion: Greg Maxwell.
Who is Greg Maxwell? Imagine the person you would want to fight for humanity’s survival. Now think of the opposite person. Now think of that person’s dad. Cocaine. Talking animals. Weekend trips to Cape Cod. Secret JFK sex videos. This is the erotic, Judeo-Christian, modern-day Odyssey no one asked for. This is Greg Maxwell’s Inferno.
PRAISE FOR Greg Maxwell’s Inferno
“The funniest piece of fiction I’ve read since Trump’s ‘The Art of the Deal.’”
—Mike Sacks, author of Stinker Lets Loose, Randy!, Poking a Dead Frog
“A good novel ought to knock a reader out of their own head and into the thoughts of an individual much different from themselves, and Greg Maxwell’s Inferno does just that, sending one headlong into the mind of a truly — but hilariously — deplorable individual as he somehow nonchalantly experiences some of the most impossible, imaginative, and consequential sequences ever attempted in a comic novel. What a devilishly fun book is this.”
—Brian Boone, contributor, Vulture; author of Great Men of Science, and So You Want to Be an Old Person: Everything to Know for the Newly Old, Retiring, Elderly, or Considering