Behind the Writing of Holy Sheoly
Tell us about the background for the story, what inspired it or why you wanted to write this story.
The story is dedicated to and staring my life long best friend, John Cook. He had always enjoyed my short stories and one day made me promise to write a book about him. I agreed, not understanding the weight of that promise until my mother called me one morning. She was weeping almost uncontrollably and said the words that gripped my chest in a vice of unfathomable despair…John had died, leaving me alone with my promise. Well, I’m proud to say I kept that promise and wrote “I’m Glad You’re Dead.” Little did I know the life changing journey I was undertaking as I kept my bromego’s memory alive in the theater of my reader’s minds.
Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company, and Sheol for…well, the screaming silence of eternal nothingness?
In the frigid lands belonging to the Queen of the Unseelie, a beautiful stranger dressed all in ivory makes his approach. A debt is owed, and payment is due.
Below the burning lakes of everlasting woe and the single, vast city of Hell, lies Sheol—the Hell below Hell. A place of absolute nothingness, occupied only by fallen demons, slain angels, and lost souls. No sight. No sound. Nothing but the infinite expanse of muted, inky blackness to serve as maddening companions for all of eternity. And that’s exactly where John must go to try and save those he loves, and those who trusted him.
Armed with only a nine-inch nail pulled from Christ’s flesh, John must discover a way to descend into the endless abyss, find his friends, and lead them back out to safety before he becomes a permanent resident himself and has to pay property taxes.
Unfortunately, since the dawn of creation, no one has ever escaped Sheol. But John is a vampirican, not a vampirican’t. As long as Samael isn’t actively trying to sabotage his plans with some nefarious scheme…