Black Out Drunk by Bill Crouch
Time travel ain’t for sissies. Or maybe it is. Either way, Baz Wright and his fianceé, Joe Brolin, don’t have much time left. (In this century, or any other.) Joe’s been diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer and Baz is desperate to save the love of his life. Will Baz remember the ancient Coptic rites in time to save Joe from certain death? And why does that Intervention specialist, Rana Magdy seem so...
Time travel ain’t for sissies. Or maybe it is. Either way, Baz Wright and his fianceé, Joe Brolin, don’t have much time left. (In this century, or any other.) Joe’s been diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer and Baz is desperate to save the love of his life. Will Baz remember the ancient Coptic rites in time to save Joe from certain death? And why does that Intervention specialist, Rana Magdy seem so familiar? Is she the manifestation of an ancient Egyptian goddess or an oxycontin-induced mirage? Are these the ramblings of an addict in the throes of his addiction? Or, is this an actual encounter with the secrets of the pharaohs, played out in a seedy Times Square hotel?