My Author Is Dead

Garcia Memorial Award for Best Fiction Book of the Year 2017

For sure, Adam is weird—although “weird” is all relative. Weird is problematic, but tolerable. What’s forbidden though is talking to Kafkaists, who are nothing but dangerous worms guilty of “moral turpitude”—cockroaches that the Author most probably forgot to erase. So helping Kafkaists wasn’t the brightest thing to do.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have a choice. For one, June was a Kafkaist—cockroaches can’t possibly have such dazzling blue eyes. Second, well… he had to make things right.

All he needed was a plan. An infallible plan. In normal circumstances—although “normal” is all relative—it’s that simple. If only Adam was good at making plans.