Over the next posts I’ll discuss my recent novel—Death, Incorporated.! Writing is a lonely endeavor, so after 5 years of work, I’m very excited to finally share some details (and the book itself!) with the outside world.
Here’s the logline:
21-year-old Yorde needs to survive in the afterlife plagued by Kafkaesque bureaucracy and predatory capitalism and race the clock to find out the truth about his alleged suicide.
And in a longer form:
When Yorde, a recent film school dropout, wakes up dead in a shopping mall, he’s both terrified and pissed. Men in black inform him that he’s committed suicide, which he has no memory of. He is escorted to Necropolis, the city of the dead, where his case is dismissed, his queries are unanswered, and he is left to fend for himself, with only 24 hours to spare. If he doesn’t sign up to an afterlife provider before his time runs out, he will cease to exist. But Yorde is done running. He decides to stay behind, challenge the system that wronged him, and live the life that was stolen from him.
However, surviving in Necropolis isn’t easy. The currency of the dead is time—you earn time by working, you rent with time, you loan time, and if you’re late with payments, poof. Yorde needs to stay afloat, make friends and enemies, unravel the conspiracy of the high floors and answer the question: is the afterlife of constant struggle the one he’d wanted to live?
Exciting, huh? Still, the pitch only scratches the surface of what I want to share with you guys. Next post—worldbuilding!