Abandon All Hope

Book Cover: Abandon All Hope
Part of the Nick Decker Series series:
Editions:Paperback - First Edition: $ 15.99
ISBN: 978-1645830405
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 223
Kindle - First Edition: $ 4.49
Pages: 223
ePub - First Edition: $ 4.49
ISBN: 9781005446819
Pages: 222

Abandon All Hope is the last book of the Nick Decker Series!

The End is Here…

Nick Decker has been holding two tigers by the tail trying to keep them from devouring each other…and him. But the time has come. Heaven and Hell are bent on ending everything and bringing about the climactic battle of Armageddon.

The Archangel Uriel, demons, imps, idiot drug dealers, stupid Christian biker gangs… Everyone wants the Wrath…and the only thing standing in their way is Nick and Gretchen. It doesn’t help, that Nick isn’t convinced the world is WORTH saving.

Nick and Gretchen are stuck in the middle trying to stop, deflect, dodge, redirect, or do anything to lessen or mitigate the damage.

Nick Decker is not a thinker, but he has to cook up something to stop The End of All Things!

Jim Butcher and Shayne Silvers fans will devour this series!


I took his hand and we shook. “Sorry I hacked into you with the Fiery Sword.”

He smiled, “Yeah, that did hurt like a son of a bitch.” Our eyes were locked; it wasn’t intimate, it was intimidating. It was like a chicken race and we were both hell-bent on not being the one to swerve first. “I can see it.”

“See what?”

“What Lucifer sees in you.”

Our grip dropped and I started stepping toward the door. I paused with my hand on the knob. “I’m surprised you didn’t mention mom.”

“Why?” He seemed bemused.

“Well, she was your sister too, right?”


He shrugged. “I hate to speak ill of the dead, but your mom was, pardon the irony, an unholy cunt. Hell for me was going to be having to listen to her prattle on for all eternity. From what I could tell, she was only loyal to three people: Lucifer, your dad, and your brother. Then again, she was insanely loyal to them.” He tapped his lip with his finger for a moment. “She was like a Cleveland Browns fan longing for the glory days of Jim Brown, idiotically believing this year will be their year. How were your parents as parents?”

I shrugged. “I’ve seen worse ones.”

“Your dad?”

I felt my head cock to the side just a bit. “He didn’t know how to pick a winning pony at the races.”

He laughed. “Nice allusion. Your mom? And the inequality of it all?”

“She needed a son that needed mothering. She got the shithead for that. Fuck knows he needs to be taken care of. So maybe it’s not that she was a bad mother to me but that I was a shit son for her.”

“That seems to be a very generous assessment on your part, Nick.”

I turned the knob. “No waiter that has ever had my table would call me generous.”

He laughed as I stepped out into the hall. “You are welcome anytime, Nick Decker.”

Reviews:John Phillips on Amazon wrote:

Another funny-paced read from Dick that keeps you entertained from beginning to end. Just the right amount of specific detail without going overboard, and a ton of amusing references to draw a laugh amidst the action. Definitely pick this up.

Paperback - $15.99