Konvitz follows up The Sentinel with a harder, darker plunge into biblical horror, turning New York into a pressure cooker of prophecy, paranoia, and pure dread. As ancient forces rise and the boundaries between the living and the damned collapse, the city shakes under a spreading wave of supernatural terror that feels both cosmic and brutally intimate. Konvitz builds the tension slow and heavy—cultists moving in the shadows, institutions cracking, ordinary people swept into something far bigger than themselves. A bleak, pulpy end-times fever dream that hits like 70s horror should: stylish, sinister, and absolutely soaked in doom.
