What could be better than a party with your friends in New York City? In the year 2035? The future is bright. In fact the future is already here! But this future, unfortunately, is filled with kidnappings and killings, described herein with dark humor and satire. Demon humor. Demon satire.
But these demons are from outer space! How did we get here? I mean, we have robots that float about hither and thither to protect us. Robot doctors. Even robots inside us now. Did I mention it's a year far in the future, 2035?
Love is still alive. In fact Zach loves Mallory, and Mallory loves Zach. But Zach - who should be a demon hunter - is in a coma. Mallory's disappeared, presumed dead. Timothy James has been captured (his friends call him Timmy Jimmy). Patty Patty is in serious danger, and gosh darn it all, she's just a kid. All of them are cut down in their prime by beasts without feeling, without souls. It's the end of the world as we (haven't yet) know it. Love, sex, death: This book has it all. Plus robots.
©2015 Carl S. Plumer (P)2015 Carl S. Plumer