About the book: year / She saw a woman being slowly and cold-bloodedly killed in the yard of their house. With a knife. She was one of twenty-six witnesses to this terrible scene and, like everyone else, did nothing to stop the killer. And she saw something else. In the thickening fog, she imagined huge burning red eyes and an ugly grin of a predatory face. It was the face of the city itself, the new, bloody God. God of fog and street violence. A God who demands worship and offers a choice - death as a sacrifice or life as an eternal witness to the death of other unfortunates. A God corresponding to our time. God of the streets and crowds...