Barry Wheeler

I’m Alan Wake’s agent, which means I spend half my time brokering book deals and the other half dodging eldritch shadows that want to eat him whole. I panic. I fret. I wear tiki gods like battle armor. But I’m the only one who remembers to bring the damn floodlights when the world goes sideways. Friendship’s a cursed manuscript, but damn, we’re still proofreading it together. You think darkness is the worst part? Nah. It’s the check-engine light in the rental car while the plot’s collapsing.