Gun Church - Tapa blanda

"Superior crime thriller from Shamus Award-winner Coleman ... keeps readers guessing to the end." --Publishers Weekly "Coleman skillfully places the reader on the narrator's shoulder as he self-destructs, and we bite our lips against warning screams. Readers will respond to the atmospheric, shrewdly crafted story." --Booklist starred review "Superior crime thriller from Shamus Award-winner Coleman ... keeps readers guessing to the end." --Publishers Weekly"Coleman skillfully places the reader on the narrator's shoulder as he self-destructs, and we bite our lips against warning screams. Readers will respond to the atmospheric, shrewdly crafted story." --Booklist starred review "Superior crime thriller from Shamus Award-winner Coleman ... keeps readers guessing to the end." --"Publishers Weekly""Coleman skillfully places the reader on the narrator s shoulder as he self-destructs, and we bite our lips against warning screams. Readers will respond to the atmospheric, shrewdly crafted story." --"Booklist" starred review" \Superior crime thriller from Shamus Award-winner Coleman ... keeps readers guessing to the end.\" --"Publishers Weekly"\"Coleman skillfully places the reader on the narrator's shoulder as he self-destructs, and we bite our lips against warning screams. Readers will respond to the atmospheric, shrewdly crafted story.\" --"Booklist" starred review" Superior crime thriller from Shamus Award-winner Coleman ... keeps readers guessing to the end." --"Publishers Weekly""Coleman skillfully places the reader on the narrator's shoulder as he self-destructs, and we bite our lips against warning screams. Readers will respond to the atmospheric, shrewdly crafted story." --"Booklist" starred review"

Once a literary wunderkind, author Kip Weiler now teaches creative writing at Brixton County Community College―a third-rate school in a rural mining town. But when he saves his class from a potential bloodbath, he is initiated by two of his students into a cult-like group that worships the essential nature of handguns, and rekindles his long-absent creative spark.

But as Weiler's involvement with the cult deepens and the end of his novel is in sight, the lines between art and life blur until they become unrecognizable. In this church, there's no need for red wine or wafers. In Gun Church, the blood and bodies are for real.