Rosalie's Revenge: Chapter One

It probably won't surprise you to learn I wasn't in a good place when I wrote this book. Began in the dying days of 2022 -- the best year of my life -- it was haunted by a melancholy that things might never be good this again. It's so weird then, given how splendid 2022 was, that this book was so bleak. You'd think I'd want to end 2022 on a high. Nah. This book is a brutal low.

The very second sentence refers to the world as a "shithole" -- a curiously Trumpian word. I'm not messing around. The vibe I was going for with the grim, deserted laboratory was Batman: Arkham Asylum.