The Ship to Look for God - Krauss, D.
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Otto Boteman suffers a massive heart attack and wakes up in a strange, jeweled city filled with beautiful people, a mesmer sky defying all physics, and what looks suspiciously like his first car. He has a disturbing encounter with a murdered childhood friend and an angel-like bureaucrat assures Otto that this is Heaven but God is not here so don't bother looking. No God? Can't be Heaven, then, despite the best cheese danishes Otto has ever eaten and a nice condo replete with HBO and tailored suits. Maybe he's not even dead, just comatose. But then he meets Claudia, a 5th Century beauty running…mehr

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Otto Boteman suffers a massive heart attack and wakes up in a strange, jeweled city filled with beautiful people, a mesmer sky defying all physics, and what looks suspiciously like his first car. He has a disturbing encounter with a murdered childhood friend and an angel-like bureaucrat assures Otto that this is Heaven but God is not here so don't bother looking. No God? Can't be Heaven, then, despite the best cheese danishes Otto has ever eaten and a nice condo replete with HBO and tailored suits. Maybe he's not even dead, just comatose. But then he meets Claudia, a 5th Century beauty running an Irish pub, who tells him about a group of misfits building a rocket in the far desert. Their mission? Find God. So begins Otto's journey across a fabulous world peopled with the likes of Doc Holliday, Prester John, and a Mongol horde led by an accountant from West Kankakee, Illinois. Drawing the wrath of a frenzied, suit-wearing army of angels (or demons, can't tell) Otto discovers that launching the ship just might end the eternal struggle between good and evil.
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Autorenporträt
D. Krauss resides in the Shenandoah Valley, Virginia. He has been a cottonpicker, a sodbuster, a librarian, a surgical orderly, the guy who paints the little white line down the middle of the road, a weatherman, a door-kickin' shove-gun-in-face lawman, an intel analyst, and a school bus driver. Currently, he's a layabout. He's been married over 45 years (yep, same woman), and has a wildman bass guitarist for a son.