The Book of DoeroadX

The Book of DoeroadxBy Tony ArnoldDoeroadX: No manuscript. No codex. Just the man who was there.Meet DoeroadX: fixer, shooter, ghost-story-in-a-worn-out-truck, the last living heir to a stew recipe nobody dared write down. For thirty years he's driven the back roads where the government's cover stories run out and the real weirdness starts - reptile-suited bureaucrats, soul-recycling machines disguised as satellites, a Dancing Ape martial artist with three hundred years of brotherhood folded under his arm, and an old friend named Whisanant who's spent forty years chasing gods and grays only to land on four sentences he could've gotten from a Sunday school pamphlet.This is pulp adventure soaked in Southern Gothic drawl and conspiracy-theory static - equal parts X-Files, tent-revival sermon, and campfire tall tale, narrated by a man who'll tell you plain: the scariest thing he ever saw wasn't a monster in a stucco pyramid. It was sixty ordinary people handing their car keys to a stranger in a headdress and calling it salvation.Equal parts elegy and shaggy-dog conspiracy epic, DoeroadX asks the question every good tall tale eventually gets around to: what if the ghost stories and the scripture were never enemies - just two witnesses to the same crime scene?You won't believe a word of it by lamplight. Read it in the daylight instead, when a man's got no excuse for seeing things.