Birth: The Exquisite Sound of One Hand Falling Off a Turnip Truck (Chakra Kong)

Gulik, S T

ISBN 10: 0997709537 / ISBN 13: 9780997709537

Published by Sausage Press, 2016

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Print on Demand pp. 240.

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Bibliographic Details

• Title: Birth: The Exquisite Sound of One Hand Falling Off a Turnip Truck (Chakra Kong)
• Publisher: Sausage Press
• Publication Date: 2016
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 0997709537
• ISBN 13: 9780997709537
• Binding: Soft cover
• Condition: New

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Synopsis

How perverse can a man become before he is innocent again?
Maxwell Quick hates life, the world, and everything in it. All he wants is to sit in front of his TV and let waves of alcohol cleanse the shore of his mind. Unfortunately, that's no longer an option.
After defending himself against a group of mutant terrorists, Max is caught in a web of global conspiracies, terrorist networks and esoteric gibberish at the heart of an underground war for global domination. He knows the Iiite shadow-government is a family-pack of dicks, but should he side with the hyper-intelligent, yet socially retarded Riot Nrrds or the secret cabal within the Iiites that's out to destroy them both? To find the truth, he'll have to navigate backrooms and battlefields while dodging sexy double-agents, cultists, and aliens with agendas of their own. To stay alive, he'll have to win a game of four-way chess where he's the only pawn, and to regain his freedom he'll have to save the world--all before he runs out of space on his DVR.
"Birth..." is an epic genre-bending roller-coaster plunging into an ocean of fun filled bonanzas of horror. This first novel of the Chakra Kong trilogy has people, places, and things. Stuff happens! Perfect for fans of money, sex, or food! Explosions! Tender cuddling with bizarre creatures! More explosions!
Buy it now! Or else!

About the Author

S.T. Gulik is a magical cockroach. He started his life as a common wood roach in 1681, living in a small castle outside of Dublin. One day, a human alchemist blew himself up while trying to brew the elixir of life. S.T. survived the blast, but the fumes cursed him with self-awareness and immortality. A lot has happened in three-hundred-thirty-five years. Everyone he knew and loved has died. Vampire movies make him cry. On the up side, he’s had countless adventures and learned many things. He worked for the goddess of chaos for one-hundred-twenty-three years. About thirty years ago she turned him human and disappeared, which is fine because humans are smart and likable. Oh, and he writes absurdist fiction. That’s important. Gotta mention that.