The Occult Detective

Being an Occult Detective is a lousy job. At least, to most people it is. Not to Lewis Carnelian, even though he doesn't like being punched in the stomach. Or zapped to sleep. Or cast adrift in the Nether Realms. He also doesn't like waiting in line for coffee, but who does? At least, in a near future dystopian San Francisco, waiting in line for coffee might be the least of your worries. And in a universe where the supernatural is far more annoying than it has any right to be, a good Occult Detective might come in handy. At least, that's what Lewis tells his clients. When he has any.Take a trip with the only Occult Detective to have a business card that makes you think and maybe punch him in the stomach as a result. Amidst his bewildering contacts in the City by the Bay, the dreadful supernatural bureaucracies that take the fun out of anything, and ancient mysteries that even the deep pockets of the Ethernet can't sufficiently put to rest, Lewis manages to propel himself through the absurd with a knack usually reserved to limbs removed from rabbits. This is his first printed adventure.