Böcker av Tom Pappalardo

When demons burn her life to the ground, a waitress squeezes into a stranger's stolen rental van and embarks on a journey of evil-fighting and bad road coffee. As Maggie's past recedes in the rearview, questions arise:• What happens when a vampire decides to stop drinking blood? • How long should one irradiate an apple pie in a convenience store microwave? • Are all demons this brittle? • Is there a Dunk-A-Donut near here?Vigilantes, bureaucracy, and pure evil conspire against our heroes, pursuing them across the Dwight D. Eisenhower National System of Interstate and Defense Highways (authorized by the Federal Aid Highway Act of 1956), through a mall parking lot, and all the way down to the bottom of a bottomless pit somewhere in the lower intestines of Hell. Will Maggie find her way back home again? Does she even want to?

Follow author Tom Pappalardo on a black coffee tour of cafes, diners, and convenience stores, as he travels the potholed side streets and witch-cursed back roads of Western Massachusetts. Grab a table and sit. Nod and smile at whatever the waitress brings you. Does it taste like a 9-volt battery dipped in old, hot Coke? Good. You're in the right place. Let this non-travel-guide be your companion as you:* Visit cafes overrun with bespectacled and be-bearded white male writers feverishly tweeting their clever observations.* Eavesdrop on snippets of conversation - perfect for swift and context-free judgment!* Seek the approval of old men skulking in diner booths, quizzing you on long-gone local businesses until you admit you're not a real townie.* Spiral off on occasional departures from reality.* Angrily shake your fist at those consarned millennials with their preferred pronouns and befuddling emoji.* Delve into scathing social critiques of corporate coffee chains th- OH GOD I'M BORED ALREADY.* Suffocate as caffeine-fueled paranoia destroys you from within.* Sit quietly; stare at phone.* Curl into fetal position on a sticky convenience store floor, between the humming refrigerator case and the high fructose sadness.* Have some coffee?