S.T. Gulik is a magical cockroach.
He started life as a common wood roach in 1681, living in a small castle outside of Dublin. One day, a human alchemist blew himself up while trying to brew the elixir of life. S.T. survived the blast, but the fumes cursed him with self-awareness and immortality. A lot has happened in three-hundred-thirty-five years. Everyone he knew and loved has died. Vampire movies make him cry.
On the upside, he’s had countless adventures and learned many things. He worked for the goddess of chaos for one-hundred-twenty-three years. About thirty years ago she turned him human and disappeared, which is fine because humans are smart and likable.
Oh, and he writes absurdist fiction. That’s important. Gotta mention that.
Max thought his life sucked before it was taken over by mutants, terrorists, and espionage. He'd assumed war was rock-bottom, but now he's got real problems. Reforming dystopia is harder when your world is being consumed by primordial evil. "Sex" is an epic romp through the apocalypse in the tradition of your favorite comedy/horror/adventure/religious text.
After defending himself against a group of mutant terrorists, Max is caught in a web of global conspiracies, terrorist networks and esoteric gibberish at the heart of an underground war for global domination. He doesn't like humans, but the only way to free himself is to liberate mankind by destroying the shadow government who want him dead. Birth is the first in a trilogy of epic, black comedies.