Plastic Jesus

Synopsis

Plastic Jesus grabs you by the throat. From the opening paragraph, without warning, it plunges you into a world of fear and confusion and visceral emotion. When it spews you back out again, you are left dizzy, overwhelmed – and desperate to read more. And it’s then that you take your first fearful steps into Lark City…

It is the near future, following a devastating Holy War. Once part of the US colonies, Maalside, the New Republic, now stands alone in the Pacific, separated from the heartland by 200 miles of salty ocean. Lark City is its capital, watched over by a 50 foot, pouting, stiletto-heeled and garter-belted ‘Miss Liberty’, a crude parody of the famous landmark across the water.

In this brutal neon jungle, Code Guy Johnny Lyon writes a Jesus social networking AI, to rebrand religion following the war. But something goes wrong; a virtual hell breaks on the streets of Lark – a violent, surreal and uncontrollable social breakdown.

Caught in this terrifying web of danger are Sarah Lee, Johnny’s co-worker, drug lord Paul McBride who is determined to exploit the chaos to wipe out his enemies, and McBride’s junkie daughter, a prostitute called Kitty.

Now, only Johnny can save Sarah, Kitty and the city.

Praise for this Book

‘Simmons steps out of his blood-splattered comfort zone and makes an indelible mark on the sci-fi genre.’ —Robin Pierce

‘Modern, edgy and fascinating – Simmons has come up with a book that keeps you working for the payoff ... and then some.’ —Sion Smith

Reviews of this Book

‘One of the best new horror writers of the decade. Wayne Simmons takes everything you fear and exploits it with no apologies.’ —James Melzer, author of The Zombie Chronicles

‘Wayne Simmons does not disappoint.’ —Patrick D'Orazio's Tomes of Darkness

‘Breathless and unrelenting, you cannot fail to turn the page and see what happens next.’ —JD Gillam

‘Fever builds on the nightmare world he created in Flu and manages to make it even more horrific and diseased. A sequel which surpasses the original.’ —David Moody