Bebe la Strangiato

Yian is the embodiment of Chaos, and he has shit to do. He’s stuck in an endless cycle of rebirth that he’s trying to break, eternally bound to a spacetime sprawling corporation and an unstable girlfriend who likes it that way. She's the embodiment of Passion, entangled with him on the quantum level. Forevers and no matter what he says. She’s vindictive, jealous and omnipotent. But she’d say she just loves him sooo much.His one way out is to shepherd humanity along a path that frees him, manipulating the masses to his banner “free your ass, and your mind will follow”.He's fighting the FDA sorcery division over his wonder drug that ends the culture wars. And he’s fighting the otherworldly Deep Ones his other ex is slipping through the cracks in your reality. Plus all of the other exes who seem to show up at the worst time with the worst intentions.It's a lot. Even for an AllBeing. So he has the usual assortment of eternal champions and AI networked serial killers fighting the probably not really good fight from Pittsburgh, his Eternal City.Book 2 lands in June. And by June I mean September, but no one reads in the summer anyways because of all the bats that Kindles attract. And by September, I mean October because I bought a new house with all my Kindle money and they're not done installing the anti-vampire nets.I mean April, um, because it’s um, there was snow and it, um, with the dogs chasing memaw and it was just…okay stop it. STOP STEAMING UP MY TAIL.You want the next book? Huh, punk? Do you? Then do it your damn self.You kids with your degenerative chat lines and your collaborative spaces don’t know what it’s like to write 1000 pages from scratch. Without AI. Not a line of it. This is all just from the drugs, nothing artificial. And you want me to make it funny and a trans multiverse that somehow all connects to Pittsburgh, where I totally don’t live. It’s absolutely mental, it’s rubber bullocks is what it is. No, that’s English slang because I’m English.And I only make like $7 a book, so unless I crank up the soylent green factory in this retirement village I’m holed up in, I can’t eat. So now I have to write a totally different line of very popular nonsense to pay the bills.Now just go sit over there, the author will see you shortly.Book 2 is DONE! I'm currently submitting a hard copy to the authorities for clearance. Unfortunately, human skin prices for printing are ridiculous thanks to these infernal tariffs.Stop it. Do NOT contact me with whatever piles of flesh you have in your basements. And no, you can't buy a copy. What's wrong with you?And speaking of wrong. Y'all need to stop hanging upside down from my fence and staring at me while I write. You are not a vampire and I will not sign your cape. Read more