Bøker av David Lee Scott

You like psychics? Me neither. But after a random character doodle I found myself saddled with a whole mess of 'em. Like, 144. Give or take. Apparently, they'd all been summoned from 1985 and held in a government testing facility, bonding - and then disappearing - one by one. But this one kid, Henry, looks EXACTLY like the Witchfinder character I drew. He's cool, if a bit weird. But I suppose I would be too if I was treated like a lab rat for years. Anywho ... We met a little French girl that everyone was scared of for some reason and some heroin chic supermodel lady who everyone was scared of for clear, credible reasons and ... You know what? It's all in the book. Just read it.

She was gone, okay? We watched the guy drive off with her. But it didn't mean she was lost. With some help from our friends (of varying degrees of physicality), we were going to get her back. Even if we had to face dead psychics, tanks, and our worst fears made real, we were going to GET XIMENA BACK.

Things were getting better. Until the plague.

We thought we got the right guy. We were wrong. The virus happened. And it was spreading.

What happens when a mild-mannered DVD slinger gets roped into a government black op hiding really for real psychics? Well ... this. Hi, I'm Neal. I doodled a psychic character once. Then I met him. It was weird. But then there was a robbery at Danny's, speakers talking to us during an Off-Broadway musical, a kaiju ... I'd say words can't describe this crazy trip, but, you know ... that's what books are. So yeah. This is our story. The bumps, the breaks, the ups and downs. And Downside Ups. And upsideways downs from my GI Pillow. Warts and all (now with fewer warts!).

I thought we were safe. I thought we were free. But things went south. And, somehow, north.