In honor of pixel-stained technopeasant day, I’ve posted part of a never-to-be published novel of mine. I ghost-wrote it for a celebrity whose name I cannot divulge, but the deal fell apart. (Causing great poverty—for me, but alas not him.)
So without further ado, here are the first two chapters of Crossover Dreams.
Feel free to guess the celeb’s name—I will neither confirm nor deny . . .