He doesn’t know his real name. He doesn’t know how the world became a dystopian remnant of what it once was. He doesn’t know where all the people have gone. His mind is shattered.
And he’s dancing with a mannequin named Livvy.
He’s Solo—at least that’s what Tom, his only friend in this desolate world, calls him. Tom is without conscience, without remorse, and enjoys spouting folksy one-liners to drive home his beliefs.
Life is like licking honey off a thorn.
Solo’s memories are fleeting. Latent images swirl in the murky ocean of his mind, some surfacing without warning: A girl—Eye Lyds. A hospital. An experiment. Danger. And perhaps the truth.
The truth? Why when a lie would do so nicely?
As Solo begins to string together the fragments of his returning memories, he loses even more of his grip on what is real and what is not. Can he make sense of his life “Before” so he can save the woman whom he loves in the “After?”
Forget the Regret.
Irresistibly readable, Solo is a mesmeric science fiction, psychological thriller in the same vein as The Twilight Zone, and a study in how far one damaged man will go to save someone he loves.
Be careful how you fight the monsters, lest you become one.