"East of New York and Croatoan, south of Miami and Hell, west of L.A. and Oz, north of Chicago and Hyperborea, this is the land where Bruce Boston's fiction lives. It is a very American land, yet ultimately timeless and universal, peopled with characters much like you and me, more saints than sinners. It is a land where Indians battle mummified politicians, where housewives are mobbed to death by larger-louts, where Greek goddesses unto unwary Quixotes, and where demons wave a sad farewell to departing starships. Boston writes like a coolly reflective inebriate pickled in language. He exudes perfectly balanced sentences and startling tropes from his very pores."
--Paul Di Filippo