Uncomfortably Dark Horror has put the preorder for Cuckoo up. September 1st it is slated for release. And the link to the site shows a lot of kind words for my novel about Love.

It’s been done and hidden for two and a half years now. A dozen people have read it. And what they said to me scared the hell out of me.

There is nothing quite like Cuckoo. It began as an experiment. The ultimate unreliable narrator. One who believes everything he is saying. One who knows he cannot trust anything he thinks.

It is a love story. Despite the brutality of the emotions, the madness, being so very lost. It is a love story.

Probably what makes it hurt so goddamned much.

How lost can you become, before all that is left is barely enough to make a silhouette? How far would you fall when the only thing that ever kept you together is taken from you?

No matter what you think, you won’t know where this is going, even though I tell you repeatedly. Nothing is hidden. Just buried in madness.

Have you ever been in love? On September 1st, I’m going to show you exactly what love is, the only way a bipolar poet can.