My first introduction to Billy Coffey was his novel, The Devil Walks in Mattingly, published by Thomas Nelson. I saw it sitting there on a shelf in B&N and thought, “Boy, that looks cool.” I noticed that it was Southern Fiction, which normally isn’t my cup-o-sweet-tea. But I quickly realized (within the first three pages) that it was, in fact, very, very cool. And it got cooler as the book went on, until it was nearly unbearably cool.
Billy is a lyrical writer whose work demands you devour it, yet whose flavor and depth makes it nearly impossible for you not to slow down and enjoy every savory syllable. All his novels take place in Continue Reading