Death Ain't But A Word is different than your normal urban fantasy. The main character isn't a strong woman or an alpha male or someone with any huge level of attractiveness, battle skills or charisma.
Wilkin is a crack-head, though not a very good one, with hard-scrabble survival skills and some very odd friends, one of which is the ghost of a friend from his childhood.
When his friend's murderer shows up and buys the motel with the intent to destroy the young boy's remains, Wilkins retrieves the child's skull and runs, pursued by the murderer who wants all the evidence gone. As he travels, he finds both answers and more questions to the puzzle that is his life.
The story and the protagonist are unique and the writing is well-done, drawing you into Wilkin's unlovely world and allowing you to see it through his eyes.
It is a story well worth the time and effort to read that will draw you into a new way of looking at the world.
A quote:
The streetlight dappled oak-leaf shadows on the pavement in front of him. He sifted his position, leaning back on the chain-link fence with his ass on the ground, legs bent, arms resting straight out on his knees. half-empty bottle of Sprite in one hand. Index finger absently rubbing the thumb callous on the other.
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