"You ask me what it feels like to have wings. I can only tell you the feeling with words. And words have neither feelings nor wings."

This is Mortality Bridge. It is visceral beyond anything I've ever seen before, far beyond any Divine Comedy or Silent Hill or Walking Dead. At least 50% of the entire novel is a ceaseless trudge through filth, a bunch of mud piss shit blood bones exposed nerves running on fumes terror resignation.

Get used to lines like that. Commas aren't used much in Mortality Bridge. Why? It's your fate get through the words anyway.

You'll probably either love it or hate it. There were times when it was just too much for me. But what I got out of this book was some of the most vivid writing I've read in ages, modern mythmaking calling back to ancient myth, a vast and mesmerizing collection of all manner of body horror, the highs and lows of slow suicide by chemical intoxication, and an ending that actually does the story justice, in its own absurd way.

And the taxicab driver was the best co-star, despite the short screentime. It didn't surprise me when I learned that the entire book came out of a fresh idea for them. They alone are worth the price of admission.