A quiet alien cowboy, a human woman on the run, and one very messy marriage of convenience. What could possibly go wrong?In debt and on the run from a crime lord whose nose I may or may not have broken, I take the first ticket off-world that comes my way. It's an all-expenses-paid, one-way trip to an isolated ranching outpost.The only catch?I have to marry an alien cowboy.My plan is simple enough. Shack up with my groom Silar and convince him to keep me during the first month of our marriage. As long as he doesn't decide to send me packing after the thirty-day trial period, I'll be safe.But maybe my plan isn’t so great after all. Silar talks more to his animals than he does to me, seems perplexed by every wifely duty I try to perform for him, and goes to offensively great lengths to avoid touching me.Other than his eyes glowing bright white every time he looks at me, I have no idea what's going on in my new husband’s head. Meanwhile, he shows me in subtle, wordless ways just how good a man he can be when he thinks that no one's watching.Yup. My plan officially sucks. Because now, it's not just my life at risk if Silar sends me away after thirty days…It’s my stupid human heart.Welcome to the cowboy colony planet, where men outnumber women ten to one and cattle outnumber them all...

Banyak yang berubah di Banda Aceh, selepas tsunami 2004. Termasuk kehidupan si Jagoan Kembar—Hasan dan Husein. Kehilangan Ayah dan Mamak, mengungsi sementara bersama Om Jack di Medan, sekaligus menghadapi perubahan-perubahan sosial di kotanya. Termasuk menyaksikan sebuah Kedai Mieso H. Idris harus berhadapan dengan seorang Bernama Putroe Faradiba—yang mengaku sebagai keturunan Sultan Sulaiman Syah, yang makamnya muncul selepas tsunami. Semua orang mengimani itu adalah sebuah makam keramat dari seorang yang namanya dihapus dari sejarah Aceh. Lebih dari itu, ada banyak yang mempertanyakan sekaligus ingin mencari simpul mana yang benar. Perkara Keramat novel perdana Raisa Kamila ini dengan gaya satir menelanjangi bagaimana sebuah masyarakat yang mudah silau oleh simbol agama; bagaimana perseteruan hadir di lapisan masyarakat oleh hal-hal yang kadang sepele.

The apocalypse will be televised! A man. His ex-girlfriend's cat. A sadistic game show unlike anything in the universe: a dungeon crawl where survival depends on killing your prey in the most entertaining way possible. In a flash, every human-erected construction on Earth—from Buckingham Palace to the tiniest of sheds—collapses in a heap, sinking into the ground. The buildings and all the people inside have all been atomized and transformed into the dungeon: an 18-level labyrinth filled with traps, monsters, and loot. A dungeon so enormous, it circles the entire globe. Only a few dare venture inside. But once you're in, you can't get out. And what's worse, each level has a time limit. You have but days to find a staircase to the next level down, or it's game over. In this game, it's not about your strength or your dexterity. It's about your followers, your views. Your clout. It's about building an audience and killing those goblins with style. You can't just survive here. You gotta survive big. You gotta fight with vigor, with excitement. You gotta make them stand up and cheer. And if you do have that "it" factor, you may just find yourself with a following. That's the only way to truly survive in this game—with the help of the loot boxes dropped upon you by the generous benefactors watching from across the galaxy. They call it Dungeon Crawler World. But for Carl, it's anything but a game.

The apocalypse will be televised! A man. His ex-girlfriend's cat. A sadistic game show unlike anything in the universe: a dungeon crawl where survival depends on killing your prey in the most entertaining way possible. In a flash, every human-erected construction on Earth—from Buckingham Palace to the tiniest of sheds—collapses in a heap, sinking into the ground. The buildings and all the people inside have all been atomized and transformed into the dungeon: an 18-level labyrinth filled with traps, monsters, and loot. A dungeon so enormous, it circles the entire globe. Only a few dare venture inside. But once you're in, you can't get out. And what's worse, each level has a time limit. You have but days to find a staircase to the next level down, or it's game over. In this game, it's not about your strength or your dexterity. It's about your followers, your views. Your clout. It's about building an audience and killing those goblins with style. You can't just survive here. You gotta survive big. You gotta fight with vigor, with excitement. You gotta make them stand up and cheer. And if you do have that "it" factor, you may just find yourself with a following. That's the only way to truly survive in this game—with the help of the loot boxes dropped upon you by the generous benefactors watching from across the galaxy. They call it Dungeon Crawler World. But for Carl, it's anything but a game.