RUN, ANGEL, YOUR HOUSE IS BURNING
A novel that doesn’t ask for your attention—it seizes your throat.
This is the book for readers who are tired of polite literature. For those who want fire, not warmth. For those who want truth, not consolation.
Vlad Neagoe writes like a man who has seen the world end twice and refuses to look away. Every page is a siren. Every chapter is a detonation.
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