That night I had a dream. It was Pink Lady again, brandishing a book. True Believers.
"What the hell is this?" I snarled.
"Right back at yer, pal," she snarled back. Her ruby lips parted baring bright and feral teeth. “I’m just telling you this is probably the best goddamned book you’re gonna read this side of the great divide. Me and my friends all like it, pal, so you better read it, see.” She stomped a stiletto on my chest just to emphasise the point, and then disappeared.
I glanced at the cover. The book looked hot but wouldn’t be out until 2010. I still had time