Doctor Murder is having one awful day. First his arch nemesis leaves him. Then his henchmen. And then his sanity…
Dr. Murder and the Island of Death is a book about beauty and illusions, about longing for those things you don’t have and failing to cherish those you do, and… what the fuck is quinoa? Dr. Murder and the Island of Death is not your typical superhero story – but the bastard child of 1970’s James Bond villainy and French existentialism. Imagine chain smoking Albert Camus and Jean-Paul Sartre, but with death traps, secret underground layers and underwear worn on the wrong side of their pants. Oh, and less boring of course.