"Hell come a knockin'. That's what they said it was. Salvation Bluff, Utah, in the year of our Lord, 1866. See, the Reverend Dark thought the West was a good place to settle, 'cept for them Injuns, them rattlers and the blights that plagued us all. An' as old Dark figured all o' these things was the devil's doin', then, dammit, he would take the fight to the devil hisself. The Southerly Prey, he called him, and Salvation Bluff was the place he started to dig 'im out. Salvation Bluff, biggest mine the West has seen before or since, an army o' believers diggin' not gold but straight down to Hell. Crazy son of a bitch, huh? Well, you know what? Old Dark did it. An' then we have Ginny Dare an' Jiminy Crocket. They're agents o' somethin' called D.R.A.W. One thing's fer sure, even though they come from the east with their fancy gadgets n' guns, they sure in tarnation got their work cut out for 'em. These are their tales ..."
"Unashamedly pulp, reminding me of the work of such genre greats as Michael Moorcock and Edgar Rice Burroughs" --San Francisco Book Review
"A terrific character ... you'll come to think of Kali as a friend. A hard-drinking, sweary, belligerent mistress of the sword who is up there with Fafhrd, Conan and Solomon Kane as a great pulp hero; although, you know what, she's a little more sociable than any of those three." Jonathan Oliver, Editor-In-Chief, Solaris, Ravenstone, Abaddon Books, from his introduction to Thief Of The Ancients.