
Max is not your typical Londoner.
By day, he is a small brown and white terrier living on the streets, dodging traffic, stealing the occasional sausage, and being relentlessly harassed by pigeons. By night, he becomes a man, poorly dressed, well spoken, and quietly trying to make sense of a life that feels only half remembered.
Max earns h
Max is not your typical Londoner.
By day, he is a small brown and white terrier living on the streets, dodging traffic, stealing the occasional sausage, and being relentlessly harassed by pigeons. By night, he becomes a man, poorly dressed, well spoken, and quietly trying to make sense of a life that feels only half remembered.
Max earns his keep after dark by doing the books for local restaurants, who in return offer him a few coins, hot meals and a place to sit. It is a simple arrangement, and one he is rather fond of. His closest companion is Roger, a sharp tongued seagull who claims to know far more about the world than any bird reasonably should.
Yet Max is troubled by strange flashes of memory, moments that do not belong to this life at all. Visions of firelit halls, iron gates, and ancient duties that stretch back thousands of years. He cannot remember who he was, only that he once mattered in ways he no longer understands.
Then he meets Stephanie.
As their paths cross, Max is forced to confront the question he has been avoiding for centuries. Is it possible to live a quiet, ordinary life when your past refuses to stay buried? And if love is finally within reach, is he brave enough to accept it, even if it means choosing between who he was and who he wants to be?
Warm, funny, and quietly magical, Max is a romantic comedy with a mythological twist, set on the streets of modern London and viewed from a perspective that is anything but ordinary.
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