You can’t unsee it.
Today, on my eldest sister’s birthday, another firstborn entered the cold light of day amid the Human collective of genetic wildcards.
I’m talking about my first novel in a twisted, anthropomorphic way.
Why not read a chapter or two?
It has also been serialised on Medium, but to own a copy, order it on Amazon, in Kindle or paperback — and if you’re so inclined, a short Amazon review would be most kind and helpful.
For now, take a good look at the cover, the combination of startling yet soothing colours and moody black background. Now look away and try not to think about it. Can’t be done.
Likewise, when you see the designer flaw you can’t not see it. Don’t worry, it’s not the production cover — it was subsequently fixed.
Is it a good title? Try to say it out loud with a straight face. Not that easy, is it?
