A crumbling city. A private eye on the edge. A dream that may be more than an escape.
Ralph Kinison is down to his last cigarette, last dollar, and last chance. His office smells like damp paper, his landlord is knocking harder every day, and the only clients who call are bill collectors. Then, just when the city seems ready to spit him out for good, two things arrive at once: a job that could keep the lights on and a dream of another world-a city of glass and light called Strata.
In Strata, there are no eviction notices. No rusted pipes. No men with fists and badges waiting in the alley. But when those visions begin to bleed into the case on his desk-a missing heirloom, a crooked cop, and a jar of marmalade said to hold strange powers-Kinison realizes his illusions aren't just dreams. They might be the key to surviving the city that wants to kill him.
Gritty and surreal, hardboiled and dream-soaked, Dreams of Strata is a noir novel that blurs the line between detective story and fever dream. For fans of Raymond Chandler's grit, Neil Gaiman's imagination, and Richard Brautigan's poetic strangeness, this is a tale where reality flickers, illusions cut deep, and hope-however fragile-just might be worth chasing.
Step into the rain-slick streets. Step into Strata. The truth is waiting on the other side.