Happy Jack and the
Scary-Ass Book of Doom
What happens when the geeks inherit the Earth? For starters, things get a little weird. In the year 2475, the remnants of humanity have taken to the skies, inhabiting massive domed cities that hover five miles over the ruined ecological disaster of old Earth. The Powers That Be, in their infinite wisdom, decided that the few million people left deserved to live their best lives, so they gave each sub-orbital platform its own theme and legally enforced tech level. Named for afterlives and sacred places from all of the world's great cultures, Elysia, A'Aru, Valhalla, Tian and the other orbitals range from cutting-edge cyberpunk metropolises to Tolkienesque medieval fantasy lands; from Victorian steampunk cities of glass and copper to snowbound Viking kingdoms. Not content with merely cosplaying their days away, a significant portion of the population have become transhuman "cybernaturals," electing to transform into creatures from myth through cybernetic enhancements and advanced genetic therapies; orcs, dwarves, elves, vampires and werewolves now exist through super-scientific means, not supernatural ones. In the middle of this madness, Daniel Davidson, a pop culture archaeologist and mercenary of dubious repute and his band of foul-mouthed friends are charged with tracking down an ancient book that could, in the wrong hands, erase all of reality. It could be a huge payday and might even involve saving the known universe as a tidy bonus. That is, if they manage to NOT die at the hands of cannibal sex cultists, swashbuckling rogue vampires, prankster demigods, Templar knights, horrifying biblical angels, the angry star-spawn of elder things, and Satan himself. And possibly food and/or alcohol poisoning. Or suffocation in a sex dungeon. It's a filthy, hilarious, epic journey through an off-kilter future filled with bullets, blades, beasts, and boat drinks. If you like your profane sci-fi action comedies with a side order of urban and traditional fantasy, look no further.
Happy Jack and the
Wolves of New London
It all started as a milk run: a working vacation on New Arcadia, the neo-Victorian and Edwardian steampunk orbital, with cards and booze and filthy jokes aplenty. Then it became a bigger - but still low-stakes - job involving stolen Egyptian artifacts with a payday almost too good to be true. How it ended up, though, might have involved going to war with a bloodthirsty outlaw gang of neo-Nazi, neo-pagan, cybernetic, steampunk biker werewolves and trying to prevent the Viking apocalypse. Maybe with the help of half-alien Jesus, an ancient cat goddess, and a small army of berserker dwarves. Depending on who you talk to and whether or not the rumors are true. And whether or not you have any actual evidence to back up those ludicrous and spurious claims which the allegedly involved parties vehemently deny. Furthermore, said parties - who hold tight to their claim of being "simple, well-armed tourists" - had some choice words to say about your mother's sexual proclivities and the alleged marital status of your parents at the time of your birth, but we will not list those here for decorum's sake. Ahem. Daniel Davidson, pop culture archaeologist and part-time mercenary of dubious repute, is back with all of his beloved, foul-mouthed, thoroughly dangerous, and absolutely hilarious orbital-hopping friends and colleagues in this filthy, uproarious, unhinged, and oddly wholesome sequel to Happy Jack and the Scary-Ass Book of Doom. Expect more bullets, more blades, more booze, more "your mom" jokes, approximately 800% more uses of the word "ignominious," and maybe even a giant, angry wolf god. Sometimes the real treasure is the friends you make along the way. And the trail of dead werewolves you leave in your wake. Who absolutely had it coming. Allegedly.
Happy Jack and the
Sword of Heaven
I mean, I could tell you about the plot, but it's too early. I can't just throw that kind of excitement at you and expect you to deal with it. Not when the publishing date is so many months away. Suffice it to say that it is probably my most batshit insane plot yet. Even my wife was like "Really, dude? Are you sure?" And I'm like "I am NOW." All your favorite characters will be along for the ride. That's all I can tell you. Unless, you know, your favorite character was one of the ones I killed off earlier. In which case, A. sorry about that ... my bad. And B. That's just fucking weird. All of the great characters I create and you chose that loser? Whatevs.