It's the 1920s. Jazz music plays in dingy dives, flappers stalk the streets, and detectives try to make ends meet on the beat — but something's burning under the surface. Zoot-suited strangers gather en masse. Long-dead loved ones have come back to their mourning families, and strange new opportunities have muddied the nation's identity. What happens when the workers of the soil must live with the eaters of dust... In Matthew G. Roen's first serial novel, Hell is re-imagined as never before. Demons dance, typists travel to bizarre and impossible dimensions, and the salted rim of your martini is more illegal than than the prohibition alcohol it's made of.