Yes, at last. The book's out and it will be EPIC. It will be the sort of EPIC that will sweep all other forms of EPICNESS before it. Think Conan with Gamma Radiation, hailing from the planet Krypton and adopted by the Wayne family out in Gotham.
I'm hoping you'll be up early, visiting your local bookshop with your £6.99 (about teh price of two of your parents' lattes at Starbucks) clutched tightly in your sweaty fist.
Frankly, take £13.98, buy two copies and keep one hermetically sealed so it will forever remain perfect.
I really, REALLY wish I could tell you something about it. For those who haven't read book 1, look away now for SPOLIERS will follow and you should be thoroughly ASHAMED of yourselves for not having a copy. No wonder people look at you strangely when you walk down the street. That's right, the ARE staring at you.
At the end of Ash #1, we know Ash has become PRETTY BADASS. After all, he his now the deathless servant of Kali, the Kali-aastra, her divine weapon. So, book 2 opens with him back in London, trying to hold it together and be NORMAL. Not easy when you can kill with a touch. He thinks his problems are over, beyond asking Gemma out on a date at Guy Fawkes Night.
But Savage comes, and he has a mind-blowing plan that requires the aid of Ash. Now you may think that's impossible, after what happened in Book 1, but Savage hasn't survived all these centuries without having plans within plans. The guy's tricky and we find out quite how tricky he is. Which is REALLY tricky.
Anyway, we have all the usual, extreme violence, horror, a few laughs, ancient tombs, demons, and more magical mischief than at the stag party of the head boy at Hogwarts.
ASH MISTRY AND THE CITY OF DEATH. It why writing was invented.