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The legendary gang from Bulfinche's Pub in New York City returns in new stories in which: A bridge jumper is saved by a god in winged sneakers while the goddess of suicides & a guardian of graves hunt a beast that feeds on death; the cosmic chicken lays an egg as toilet goddesses & a god help Murphy out with a problem; a priest manages to stop a murder without breaking the seal of the confessional; talking babies reveal that some gods feast on certain souls in the afterlife & we find the succubus Ryth & angel Mathew are expecting; a foolish criminal tries to start a protection racket in the neighborhood of Bulfinche's Pub; a woman gets a last chance in a game of bingo where Death & The Fates are playing; a date rapist learns that Hell hath no fury like a baby shower; Hercules & other warriors learn it takes more than strength to be a hero; the satyr Fred saves a girl enslaved to a news anchor; The Mother of the Streets gets a job; & the only one who can save Paddy Moran & the world from the rising of an elder evil is... bartender John Murphy?
Patrons of Bulfinche's Pub speak out on BARTENDER OF THE GODS: "IF EVERYONE IN THE WORLD READ THIS BOOK, IT WOULD BE A MUCH BETTER PLACE. It would mean that my son would have more royalties to spend on his mother," -Murphy's Mom. "I FOUND IT FASCINATING. THEN AGAIN, ALL I USUALLY HAVE TO READ IS TOMBSTONES," Moni, Lasa/Graveyard Angel, guardian of graves. "MUCH MORE PLEASANT THAN THE PROSPECT OF LABOR," Ryth, pregnant succubus. "I COULDN'T WISH FOR BETTER," Tommy, jinn, hot dog vendor. "I COULD," Edgar Tonic, hot dog vendor. |
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Terrorbelle ran, firing backwards at the stag at her heels. It hit her in the back with a head butt. Her razor sharp wings buzzed and cut the stag, but the force of the blow knocked her down. Terrorbelle hit her head and was still. The closest one to her was Thor. The thunderer was moving toward her, but was still woozy. He wasn’t going to make it in time.
I was still on Terrorbelle’s bike, and without conscious thought, had started revving the engine the moment T-Belle was hit. I had the motorcycle moving full out before she hit the ground.
“Hey Bambi, eat this,” I said. Okay, it wasn’t the greatest banter ever, but I was trying to save a friend. I managed to pop the front wheel as I went over a large rock and the bike was airborne, as long as two feet off the ground qualified. I leapt off, landing on top of Terrorbelle. The bike hit the Caliginosity in the chest, making it stagger back a couple of steps, by which time Thor had reached us.
“Gas tank!” I yelled. Unlike the movies, gas tanks don’t just burst into flames when you crash them. It takes a spark. In this case, the spark was provided by a lightning bolt, courtesy of Thor.
I used my body to shield Terrorbelle, but a gale force wind provided again by the thunderer prevented anything from hitting us.
I gently slapped T-Belle’s face while sitting on top of her. Her eyes rolled open and looked into mine. “I must be in Heaven.”
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I think I need mouth to mouth,” she said.
I grinned. “You’re fine.”
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