After accidentally killing a leprechaun, Steve and Jeff are beset upon by a legion of tiny emerald fellows, insistent on turning Steve's house into their new leprecolony. But things aren't all bad, because each of those leprechauns poops pure gold.
The 1960s. A world before modern building materials. A world where man only dreamed of space exploration. A world in which everything was made from paper. The intrepid crew of the Good Ship Corrugated set off into the black in search of excitement and adventure. But what they bring back will change our world forever.
Sarah is a burnout. Her 20s have been wasted in a psychedelic haze. Now she wants to be sober and avoid temptation, so she joins a clinical trial to be sequestered away from the world. Paranoia flows. Weird experiments are carried out on the participants' waking and sleeping bodies. They realize the trial is changing them. Programming them. Installing false memories and removing emotions.
There are a billion realities out there, each protected by Jump Division, an interdimensional task force dedicated to preserving the stability of the grid. However, not all agents are created equal. Some are just arseholes. Marcus Hayes is one such arsehole. After yet another mission going awry due to him being a dick, he's stationed on a mundane world as punishment. But as a threat to the world looms, it becomes apparent that this reality isn't even close to being as boring as it's supposed to be....
George Walther Stott was the richest and most hated man in Stottington, and his three children grew up to be almost as hated as he was. As he took his final breath, George Walther died of natural causes with a smile on his face. For even though he was passing on, he would have the last laugh. His children, those appalling mumblecrusting jizzbags who seeped forth from his former wife's formerly perfect vagina, would only inherit his massive wealth on one condition. That they solve his murder.
"What a flaming load of crarp"
Simon and Emily are in love. They're also damned to hell. It's complicated, but trust me, I'll walk you through the details. Perhaps I should introduce myself: Hi, I'm your narrator, and I talk too much. However, this is a story that requires lots of words to be told, lots of tangents, and far too many expletives.
"Refreshing author & narrator"
Five years ago, everyone became a time traveler. Everyone but Luke, who now lives in a world where practical jokes are up 60,000 percent, his roommate insists on having 12-self orgies in front of him, and every potential girlfriend has dumped him for stuff he hasn't done yet. Luke suddenly finds himself on the run from a government agency with the intention of slicing him up for experimentation. No wonder he hates time travelers....
In a city of 10 million, under glass eyes of six million cameras, one man evades their networked stares, and watches those who are watched. It had always been Jared's passion to observe, and for the last 15 years, it had been his job. His days were spent deducing the stories of strangers' lives from momentary glimpses of present actions in streets, train stations, and airports. Filming every moment.
Jon Gilligan is the only man with a pulse in a city of the undead. It's his job to maintain order between the factions of walking corpses and disembodied spirits. The workload has been driving him a little insane, leading him to take on the persona of a noir detective. He narrates his adventures, casting himself as a hero to all those under his watch.
He knows you. Your past. Your future. He knows he's being hunted by a man who's more than human. He knows he needs to leave the country, and most of all, he knows the voices aren't real. But what if they are?