Somewhere Out There In The West

Jon Christopher

Published September 2016

Billy Hero is driving west into the desert with his dog, Major, a busted AM radio, and a head full of holes where his memories should be. He knows he’s on a mission. He knows there’s a spaceship full of Nagas — the ancient serpent race secretly running the planet — watching him from 72,000 feet up. What he doesn’t know is who he used to be, back before an old cosmic war and a bad case of amnesia (plus narcolepsy) turned him into a wandering ex-super-soldier trying to piece his own story back together, one nap at a time.

To find his answers, Billy has to track down the Reverend T.J. Clemons — a Quantum-Pentecostal preacher broadcasting salvation and fried chicken specials out of Chihuahua, Mexico — and Shirley La Grange, a levitating prophetess with a weakness for Elvis gospel records. Between them, a resistance network hiding in the tunnels under the Denver airport, Lizard People with complicated family trees, Avenging Angels, the Macedonians, Zeus, and the looming Age of Aquarius, Billy will have to remember who he is before the world finds out the hard way.

Equal parts road trip, conspiracy-theory fever dream, and cosmic comedy, Somewhere Out There in the West tells a shaggy-dog tale of reincarnated soldiers, small-town prophets, and the end of one age giving way to the dawn of another — with a wink, a wild sense of humor, and more than a little heart underneath the chaos.

Perfect for readers who like their apocalypse with a sense of humor — think UFO lore, fringe spirituality, and small-town Americana blended into one delightfully strange package.