On a cold autumn night, under a black sky leached of starlight and absent the moon, Captain Henry Baltimore clutches his rifle and stares across the dark abyss of the battlefield, and knows in his heart that these are the torture fields of Hell, and damnation awaits mere steps ahead.

That is the opening paragraph in Baltimore, and if it doesn't make you want to immediately go out and buy the book and read it all in one sitting, then there's probably no hope for you.

There really isn't anything that I can say that can accurately reflect how this book made me feel. It was disjointed in all the right ways, using the device of strangers meeting in an inn and doing it better than any other novel I have ever read. The only thing that comes even remotely close is a similar arc in the Sandman comic series, by Neil Gaiman.

I can't say anything else without risking giving away bits of the plot, which is the last thing that I want to do. It has to be read. So get to it.