Jon Jacob sits alone in the pub. A bottle of whiskey pressed to his lips, he grieves by drowning in the drink. The memory of his daughter, too painful to reflect, Jon slips into the drunken abyss of his depression.
His solitude, the final act, he prepares for his ending when a cunning Salesman intervenes with a bizarre proposition and an offer too tempting to ignore: revenge.
The benefits of the deal, a handshake away, Jon must choose between leniency for the convicted or indulge in the seething hatred of his rage and accept the terms of his vengeance.
His decision sealed, Jon soon discovers the error of his haste and struggles to escape a world where souls are manipulated, and the condemned, bound in the shackled demand of a contract, inked in sin.
I was left with mixed feelings on this one. It starts well enough, with our main character drowning his sorrows and slipping further into the depression of losing a child. In his moment of weakness, he makes a deal for the only thing he thinks is left for him - revenge. The deal is struck, and Jon's revenge is nothing short of gruesome. Then we have the twist, and Jon realizes that he's been played. This, on it's own, could've been an edge of your seat horror with a bit more fleshing out. However, the story starts to veer off with other characters and becomes choppy at best. That's not to say that these other parts of the story weren't interesting, and the author does tie them in with Jon's predicament, but with the way it all bounces back and forth, it's hard to become invested in any of it. The book is a short read, coming in at just under 120 pages, but with a bit more development, this one could've been so much more. In the end, I didn't hate it, but it's not something I would want to read again either.