Its working title is The Tiger’s Wife’s Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Freedom. It’s a love story about wizards set in a war-torn Eastern European city beset by vampires and zombies. It takes place in the near future. The main character won’t go the f*%k to sleep but when he does invariably dreams of heaven. That’s all I’ll say about it.
But I still think that either David Pepin is a lying murderer or you don’t know shit about women.
(I will say this, as an aside about Mr. Peanut, for as much as I hated the book, a year later I still can’t stop thinking about it. We should all write something so memorable.)