The Hand of God is a fraying tapestry of post-apocalyptic nightmares. Expertly woven together with prose so visceral, this book insists on regular breaks to catch breath.
There is such intensity to Kordov’s writing that I often felt the burn of too much medication as it was forced into my narrow veins.
Three very different factions presented as the plot unveils. Each with their own perverse charisma that pummels the imagination, forcing its way beyond senses to coil into the brain like a confident infection.
Almost Shakespearian in the way pages are digested, Kordov flatly refuses to hold your hand.
However, with the passing of time a fully articulated and perfected vision of his shattered world and the threads of his plot will form in your mind, triggering receptors and neural pathways as intentionally as any chemical addiction.
This book is intense, concentrated and as visceral as it gets, be prepared for your next dependency.
DB Rook
