Science scoffs at the concept of luck. The lottery is called a tax on people who are bad at math, and Vegas rakes in cash based on precise odds, not good fortune.
But what if good luck were a scientific reality? An evolutionary trait?
Cornelius Worthington, the luckiest man in the world, washes up on a beach in Miami with no knowledge of where he is.
Natasha Barrett, the most gifted psion the government has ever trained, is tasked with capturing or killing him.
Seymour Zimmerman, a freelance journalist who writes a syndicated column about strange deaths, follows their path of destruction and winds up with a bigger story than he could have ever imagined.
Then things really start to get weird.
Psychomancer is alternatingly funny and horrific, philosophical and explosive. It asks: When good luck is real, what happens if we end up on the wrong end of someone else’s?
292 pages
