Description

The entire year is nineteen-sixty-something, and after countless millennia of watery rest, the stars are finally correct. Aged R'lyeh rises from the Pacific, prepared to throw its damned darkness within the simple human globe. Its peaks to be seen by the first: an intoxicating, weird, and scared Jack Kerouac, who'd been drinking off a nervous dysfunction up in Big Sur. Now Jack should return on the highway to locate Neal Cassady, the sacred idiot whose rambling characters touch of the world delivered to its knees in praise of the Elder God Cthulhu.