In RUN, ANGEL, YOUR HOUSE IS BURNING, salvation is a rumor and survival is a negotiation.
This is literature with teeth. A prophecy disguised as a novel. A mirror that shows you the version of yourself you’ve been avoiding.
Neagoe writes with the fury of a fallen archangel and the precision of a surgeon. He cuts deep. He doesn’t apologize.
Read it if you dare. But understand: you won’t walk out the same.
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