From the Inside Flap
So, it’s the weekend, you are free from your boring job. You have done all your chores and now you just want to relax in your favourite bar, with a nice pint of IPA and read a book – or maybe just surf the web. Sounds good?
You get there and have just settled in, when the bar is taken over by an armed terrorist. He intends to attack a stadium, filled with thousands of people. Then, he wants to kill you and destroy the building you are in. It turns out that, even though you have never met him, this guy hates you. You personally.
No one gets out alive is a commentary on the polarisation of society around politics, belief and thought; it explores the dangers of binary thinking.
This is a book about what we are doing with our time here on earth.
Because, after all, no one gets out alive.
From the Back Cover
This is not a science fiction book. I mean it – I’m not being ironic or trying to trick you into buying a science fiction book, disguised as a not-science fiction book. If you have read the prologue, you could be forgiven for thinking that but, no.
There are just two aliens in the whole book and only one of them features in the action. The rest is all humans and it all takes place on Earth. These aliens are just a literary device. They could have been Buddhist monks but that wouldn’t work because … well, read the story and you will see.
So, if it isn’t science fiction, then what is it?
Well, it is not a crime thriller, a self-help book or a love story, although there is a tiny hint of romance. But you will find politics, philosophy, religion, atheism, feminism, racism, fascism, love, war, death, social justice, sex, terrorism, a cry across the aeons from an antediluvian civilisation … and a delightful read.
I can say that last bit without conceit because Frank told me the whole thing. I mean, it practically wrote itself.
But it won’t read itself. I’m counting on you for that.