High Midnight is a modern day supernatural Western set against a preternatural backdrop. It is a surreal trip into a world of fanciful cryptid-creatures-a menagerie of monstrosities that literally crawl from a crater perched at the mouth of Hell. The 'Devil's Outhouse' emits both a stink and an allure for vagrants, vagabonds and those wishing to be lost or forgotten-or simply left alone. It is the perfect place to build a nowhere town. Welcome to Unity, Texas. Population: Bizarre. The only thing protecting the residents of Unity from a stream of nightmares is Laredo Beaumont, the town's hard-drinking, ass-kicking sheriff, and Cicero, his knife-wielding chimpanzee deputy. It's a thankless job that leaves Laredo drained and nearly broken. The only solace he can find is in the arms of his beloved Sally Mae, a ghostly soiled dove from a phantom bordello where only the most daring of men would think to step foot. But midnight is fast approaching Unity, leaving Laredo to face not only creatures from Hell and the walking dead, but a band of homicidal clowns who have their own score to settle. A gonzo pulp Western for the 21st Century, High Midnight is a timeless tale of blood and redemption.
Before being gainfully employed as a mild mannered bureaucrat toiling mindlessly in the bowels of one of Corporate America's numerous cube farms, Rob Mosca was haunted by dreams of becoming an author. Envisioning a lush life of sleeping in until noon, courting delightfully sordid muses and growing a thick nicotine stained beard, he decided that the recent economic downturn was as good a time as any to quit his steady day job in order to write the Great American Novel. He has had no regrets in pursuing this new occupation save having to subsist on a steady diet of Ramen Noodles, Little Debbie snack cakes and copious amounts of Mad Dog 20/20.
High Midnight is his first novel, an homage to the Midnight Movies he grew up on and the gritty pulp men's magazines he would peruse in the back of his grandfather's closet as a child. Currently moonlighting as a night club door man for 'walking around money,' he occasionally DJs and frequently blogs under the nom de guerre of Jack Babalon, in his adopted home town of Terminus, Ga.
