New Book Alert | The Sons Of Hades by Agwam Kessington

A retired detective is faced with a deadly threat after coming out of retirement to find the link connecting the series of homicides occurring in the city of Lagos. He's face with two decisions; to solve the case or lose his family.

The Author:

Agwam Kessington was born on the 24th of March 1999. He is a native of Ebu in Asaba Local Government Area of Delta State, Nigeria. A dreamy poet and novelist, Kessington started creative writing at a tender age; a habit he expressed with keen enthusiasm. He attended St. Mary's Dedication School and Word of Faith Group Of Schools for his primary and secondary education respectively and is currently pursuing a BS.c (ED) degree in Computer Science Education at the prestigious Delta State University, Abraka. Sons of Hades is his first publication drawn from his struggle as a socially awkward teenager, his love for dark fantasies, tragedy, unraveled mysteries, and crime drama. Kessington journeys through this life anticipating the future and the publication of his collection of poems and coming stories. His hobbies include reading, writing, bodybuilding and photography.

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