Deviled-Edged Sword is like taking a somersault dive out a Beechcraft King Air down into an Olympic sized pool without a parachute: This leap of faith is rewarded by an exhilarating adrenaline rush amongst clouds of love, perversion and depravity where perception is no more than a self-fulfilling paradox. What you know you may not know in this wonderous world of intrigue pitting minions of Hell against legions of Heaven. Your pulse quickens as the story unwinds the terrifying artistry of horror at terminal velocity right before your eyes. In the end you seek only the solace offered by an unwavering wet bosom of water poised for a fateful pairing with your corporeal existence (deliverance to your happy place). Still, what is happiness if not just a paradox unto itself.
