There are places in the world where the laws of the Universe are not applied in the correct order. Since it is built in the shape of a tessaract, Costa Satanas has become one of those places. It is a magnet for those whose fate is still to be decided: those who have reached the beginning, or those who require an end.
Two novels already in progress, plus one plotted out and ready to go should I get the grant to do it, and what happens?
The plot of the first third of the Father Muerte novel falls on me from out of the sky, and 1000 words are written in a day.