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Everybody's Happy Nowadays

Everybody's Happy Nowadays

Comedy
Hold on to your hats for the most ludicrous week of James London's life for his fourth outing.

When Apep, stuck between dimensions, teams up with the one person who can actually see him—our very own James London—you just know trouble is brewing. And speaking of trouble, accidentally poisoned, London's cure sets off a sequence of events that will see him wipe out the last of a species.

In a world of eight billion people, who'd have thought that only London can commune with a dimension-hopping entity? It's like winning the cosmic lottery! With a bit of sick leave to spare, London sets his sights on liberating Apep from his lonely limbo.

But wait, there's more! Amidst pyramids and pharaohs, a mystical crown emerges, uniting Egypt faster than a social media influencer. Enter Sandi, ready to turn the world's happiness quotient up to eleven. And regression therapist Silva? She's got plans too—like becoming the Queen of the World. Hey, why not aim high, right?

Of course, London's not about to let all this global unity and good vibes slide. He firmly believes that misery has its place in the universe, balancing things out. And he's not alone—Mary Curr joins his anti-utopian squad, charging Silva with treason.

The fourth instalment unfolds into mind-bending time travel, mythological meetups, and feats that'll make daily commutes child's play. Get ready for camels-through-the-eye-of-a-needle, ghostly hotel room buddies, and base jumping off skyscrapers without parachutes. Because why not? The world needs more chaos.

Published: October 27, 2019

Pages: 244

ISBN: 9781703050240

About the Author

Iain Benson
I'm a fifty-something UK-based author who writes different flavours of thrillers, from comedy to sci-fi and every blend in between (think of me like the syrups for your chai latte). I got into writing when the other alternatives for a midlife crisis looked too expensive. Little did I know. After being told by an agent they thought I had only one book in me, my stubborn streak is now into the twenties, rapidly heading towards thirty.