Go on. Take the ride.

Riding coattails to a notorious street racer investigating the disappearance of her brother, Zap’s humdrum existence is galvanized into a weird and wild ride of high-octane racing that leads him out of his home town, the megatropolis Troubadour, and into the unknown. On this journey Zap will encounter all manner of exotic places and outlandish people, including a vampyre television heartthrob, an A.I. housekeeper with a fetish for romcoms, dangerous assassins, and the ruler of the galaxy. Yet perhaps more intriguing than the rest…the androgynous girl (or boy?) that he so strongly gravitates to, and who jump-starts the chaos that lead to it all in the first place.

James Callan’s Neon Dreams is a narrative with an adrenaline surge, pedal to the metal from first page to last. Unapologetic and stimulant-riddled, it’s a live wire on hot sauce.