America. The deep South. Back when slavery was legal. Meet Rudolph, a young slave boy who is ripped horribly away from his family and sold on the auction block. Fast forward three years. Rudolph toils all day in the fields for a cruel and unusual master. It seems that everything has been taken from him.
But they take more.
Tired of allowing all of this bullshit, Rudolph disappears. Nobody can find him. Not the slavers, not his fellow slaves. Fast forward another year. That’s when Black Death strikes.
Meet Black Death, America’s first superhero. Reigning vengeance down upon those who would take away the freedom guaranteed to him by the constitution, Rudolph turns Louisiana into a war zone. With a keen knowledge of guerilla tactics and less mercy than a hungry Komodo dragon, he’s ready to give the slavers a taste of their own medicine, and he’s going to shove it down their gullets whether they think they are sick or not. Historical fiction that is chock full of action, excitement, and an endearing lack of continuity, Black Death is the story of a forgotten chapter of American history. Only it didn’t happen.
