Bücher von Bo Sejer

IT'S ONLY THE END OF THE WORLD. AGAIN. The final chapter in the Sleep Trilogy will force the reader to dive right back into the bleak and nihilistic cosmic horror. There will be given no greater meaning, no finality, no purpose. The world will end, just like it always does. No one can stop that from happening. Except maybe... It's been a year since we last heard from them. Ash and Easley have parted ways in disagreement. The final days are fast approaching and Ash will do anything in his power to stop the approach of the ancient one's. Locking himself inside a lonely mansion, he means to conduct some unholy ritual and hopefully confront the end boss. Meanwhile Easley run into some trouble with his newly founded supernatural PI firm when his favourite rug go missing. "The best in the series, by far." "I didn't read the previous two, but I don't feel like I missed much." "Totally going to read it after I upload this video of me playing Fifa to YouTube. I swear."

When the world ended there was no one left to care ... Sally was nine years old the day she realized that her house was not really there. Now she must traverse a bewildering and alienating world filled with spiders, monsters and girls in bunny suits. Her only hope is three misfit young men who would rather listen to doom metal and further their drug abuse than save the world - again. The second book in "The Sleep"-Trilogy takes a full throttle down Weirdness Lane and never looks back. Enjoy the adventures of how Ash escaped the coils of the penis snakes (yes, you did indeed read that right), how the illusion of memory slips through the hands of those who live in this dead world, what the deal is with all the ghosts and what the strange shadows in the corner of your eyes are -- no, don't look now. You need to read this first if you want to survive.

How the world ended and no one noticed... It is my theory, that there are only three types of people in the world: Sleepers, ghosts, and spiders. Most people are sleepers. They walk around and function relatively normal, but they do not know what is going on around them. The ghosts are not actually ghosts. They are a memory of people who existed before the world ended. Well, the world as we knew it, once. The ghosts do not do much. They are just there, really. The spiders, however, do stuff. A lot of crazy shit. This story is mainly about the difference between the three. My name is Ash Bourbon. This is obviously a fake name. If you do not already know me, or have already read some of my previous stuff, that is probably for the best. That shit did not paint me in the best picture, to be honest. In fact, a lot of that stuff probably made me seem like a fucking maniac. I am not. Not entirely, anyway. Let me explain...