Timothy Long - The Apocalypse and Satan's Glory Hole

…and FUCK THE ACADEMY!

After completing The Apocalypse and Satan’s Glory Hole , the authors, Timothy W. Long and Jonathan Moon, fled the country. They were last seen in Brazil, sipping Singapore Slings with Mescal on the side at the Cross-Eyed Donkey bar.

The men are wanted in connection with a string of bowling ball thefts, zombie resurrections, and miniature bulldog Jell-o wrestling. If seen, the men are considered wacked and hyper. Caution is advised unless you have a fresh supply of nitrous oxide to share.

Clergy leaders have sworn that the two men will be brought to justice for crimes against the Church and literature in general.

“A deranged and absurd balls-to-the-wall romp through a deliciously fractured universe. It reads like Douglas Adams on magic mushrooms. If this is how the world ends—sign me up.”

“Disgusting, offensive, irreverent, and profane, and all kinds of wrong. Jonathan Moon and Timothy W. Long are going to hell for sure.”

“Bizarro with bite. Long and Moon are the Lennon and McCartney of apoc-horror.”

“As imaginative and engrossing as it is just fucking weird. The Apocalypse and Satan’s Glory Hole violated my mind in the best way.”

“It’s so off the wall, it’s on the floor. And the floor is littered with all kinds of congealing viscera and humor so black it would make Mandingo burn you in the eye with a cigar out of jealousy.”

“It’s so much more than a good read, or a great read, or an excellent read! This is one over the top, hilarious, disturbing, poop filled, vomit inducing, bloodletting, sweat pouring, heart racing, psychologically damaging book.”

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This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the authors’ imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead or undead, or historical events, is purely fucking coincidental.

Cover art by Matt Edginton