The Extrasense: Manipulation can be sweet until it turns dangerous.

He swears he means well. His first novella made Anya fall in love with him and caused one poorly-attended funeral. When his plots go wrong, Max patches things up: apologies, ice cream, the city’s best extrasensory healer. His typewriter still works. His characters are still alive. Most of them.

But Anya is done being his muse. She wants the truth, not another revision. He has to find a new subject for his prose.

As Max's latest chapters bleed into reality, Anya starts to dissect the drafts with forensic obsession. Is he still writing about her? To give her the honesty she’s hunting for, Max must write the one secret he’s always edited out.

It’s heavy and cold. And it’s hiding in Anya’s gym bag.

A surreal story about the lies we tell to survive and the truth that refuses to stay on the page. For fans of David Foster Wallace, Haruki Murakami, and Mikhail Bulgakov.