Linz just finished writing his novel, Necropoly, and turned it over to his splenidid Team of Beta Readers. An industry pro editor is next up, then off to a serious agent and even more serious publisher. While the contents of Necropoly are top secret at this time, here are some of the fascinating characters you will meet: Loud Golfer Dude, Bam-O, Thumby, Party Girl, Hunch, The Kid, and leading them all with child-like, but questionable abandon, The Man. You will be catapulted into the future where ill-health and deformities are en vogue and the average day is a cool 105 degrees. And Sh, don’t tell anyone, but the mystery disappearance of James Dean’s death car may be solved…
The multi-talented author, editor and musician J. Thorn has joined the the team to be the final edit on the Creature that is Necropoly. Find his books on Amazon and his other action here: jthorn.net.
For an hint of what Necropoly entails, here is the synopsis that will grace the back dust cover:
A megacity, planet Earth, the future.
The human ape has surpassed its zenith and ridden its technologies and itself to the edge of oblivion. Cities crumble at the hands of squalor, riots, selfishness, terrible choices and a creepy brand of law enforcement. One city, though, harbors one special resident: The Man. Imbued with extraordinary resources, talents, and heart, The Man could be just what humanity needs--but he has his own problems to deal with first.
Filled with humor, horror, absuridty and great characters, Necropoly is a unique and wildly entertaining tale of a man with everything suddenly struck with mental illness. Join The Man in navigating the weird and dark path he takes to fix his head and save a world that does not care to be saved.
A special note of admonition from the author: Dear reader, if you are easily offended and fear humor or perspectives other than your own, this book is doubly for you. You may need a bath and want for psychiatric intervention upon reading; but remember, what does not kill you, makes you stronger. Flex those muscles, baby!