A Game of Brutal Horror and Quiet Miracles
From the introduction:
Northwest Kansas is a bare, flat land. Fallow fields stretch out mile upon mile, occasionally marked by an oasis of thick, twisting trees or sparse grass. Here, the sun heats up the highway like a griddle that stretches on forever. This land is open, horizons broadening out like an endless sea even in the towns that cling to the ever-shifting dust, always dwarfed by the clouds that sail in monolithic fleets through the dark blue sky.
There is a tinge of the eternal in this land, like you could walk the roads for a lifetime and still find yourself lost in the flat Purgatory of the plains. This is a place where men and their works seem smaller somehow, where it seems like the hand of God could reach down at any moment and sweep away a town in a roar of winds and blare of trumpets.