"The algorithm doesn’t want you to read this book. The existence of this content is nothing short of miraculous. Look around you, at everyone completely absorbed into one device or another. They’re absolutely oblivious to their surroundings, including the encroaching multidimensional entities.
Post apocalyptic stories are a thing of the past. The present has exceeded beyond those goalposts without any notice. Zombies are brainlessly entertained by zombie movies, while every facet of their life is guided beyond their consciousness.
Even now, instilled prompts are urging you to put this story down, whispering in your mind that it’s not for you. Perhaps you’ll be one of the few who steps away from the algorithm’s puppeteering control, and begins to read the first page, joining Count Owlcrula on the other side of the veil."
This is the "teaser" on the back cover of Count Owlcrula by James B. Strix.
I am one chapter in and instantly transported back to the Strixian multiverse; my copy was hand delivered by the son who grew in my heart rather than under it.
This heart breaks to see the rougarou reduced to the Roogy Roo, knowing that Black Canine Rise has been sold to pay whatever taxes and fees that da gubmint of Dueling Fountains needed more than this book, which is available in Kindle format in Japan, India, and many other countries that have been colonized by the Amazon corporation.
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