Cancer. You’re in your second decade now; the sensual moon is joining Jupiter in Leo. A man dressed in all black will hit you, you’ll lose consciousness, and then they’ll strap you to the bumper of your GMC pickup and drag you across the asphalt.
This isn’t a thriller plot—it's one of twelve creepy horoscopes that arrives by mail for Bobby Frindley, a former Olympic athlete forced to work for a newspaper and write harmless predictions. But someone is doing it for him… On Bobby’s first shift, a letter arrives: twelve frighteningly detailed horoscopes foretelling death. And an ultimatum: if you publish them, one will come true. If you ignore it, all of them will.
Bobby tries to figure out who’s behind the ominous prophecies. Is it a maniac playing a deadly game? Or is this all just the product of his sick imagination?…