Tommy kicks his heroin addiction,good for him,but now there's a corpse in his duffle bag and he's Mexico bound with his punk rock band mates and a six-year-old boy. Told by multiple characters in a back-and-forth narrative, Kelby Losack's debut novel is a darkly funny and raw account of troubled and eccentric friends.

Our narrator spends his days behind bulletproof glass selling experimental, pseudo-legal drugs to the vagrants who linger around the gas station. His wife obsesses over a painting, endlessly starting over on the same canvas, layering thick acrylic colors on top of each other until the texture is thick enough to swallow a baby. And their baby - she's cutting teeth. Gun-toting street preachers and trap house shamans with holes in their heads populate a Third Coast town choked out by chemical plants. What a time to be alive.

The subfloor creaked under phantom footfalls and the shadow people moved around on the periphery and the weed grinder kept shifting a couple inches to the left of where you last set it down. Maybe our ghost was feeling neglected, or maybe it was amped up off the storm's energy. We just let it go, because what the fuck else can you do? At some point, you learn to live with the things that haunt you.

A lovers' stroll through the apocalypse. A trailer trash ghost story in the middle of a hurricane. Werewolves meet sharks and face tattoos become currency around the corner from where vengeful cartel members are reincarnated as feral dogs. GOD IS WEARING BLACK is a schizophrenic stroll through the gutter, a genre-bending collection of hoodrat noir penned by the author of MERCY and LETTING OUT THE DEVILS. "Kelby Losack is the Irvine Welsh of South Syrup City, the James Joyce of the Dirty Third Coast. His stories are full of heart, humor, grit, and brilliance. A legend in the making." - Brian Allen Carr, author of BAD FOUNDATIONS and OPIOID, INDIANA "Go home, folks, the king of hoodrat noir is here and the game is over." - PANK "...niche, artful writing that is meant for the thrill seekers, the existentially lonely and the emotionally violent." - DEAD END FOLLIES "If you aren't reading Kelby Losack's work, you're fucking up." - Max Booth III, author of ABNORMAL STATISTICS and WE NEED TO DO SOMETHING "Kelby Losack and da Broken River clique killing da idea of da prototypical novel and its narrative." - DuVay Knox, author of SPITESTAMENT and THE PUSSY DETECTIVE

Brian Shuck is having a rough one. His girlfriend committed suicide and he is indebted to a violent freak with an affinity for dog furs. And to make matters worse, his canine companion - recently resurrected by the magic of electricity and energy drink - is starting to creep him out. Can our boy catch a break? How is an undead dog going to help him settle his debts?And is there any clout to be gained from this grief?Critically acclaimed authors J David Osborne and Kelby Losack present:ZOMBIE DOG FIGHTS!!! WHITE TRASH SHAMANS!!! AND LOVE TURNED SOUR...

From the editors of Lost Signals comes the new volume in technological horror. Nineteen authors, both respected and new to the genre, team up to deliver a collection of terrifying, eclectic stories guaranteed to unsettle its readers. In Lost Films, a deranged group of lunatics hold an annual film festival, the lost series finale of The Simpsons corrupts a young boy's sanity, and a VCR threatens to destroy reality. All of that and much more, with fiction from Brian Evenson, Gemma Files, Kelby Losack, Bob Pastorella, Brian Asman, Leigh Harlen, Dustin Katz, Andrew Novak, Betty Rocksteady, John C. Foster, Ashlee Scheuerman, Eugenia Triantafyllou, Kev Harrison, Thomas Joyce, Jessica McHugh, Kristi DeMeester, Izzy Lee, Chad Stroup, and David James Keaton.

Rent's due and Saturn is in Capricorn. My twin brother just got out of jail. He's got some ideas.

A man trades his heart for a gun rumored to kill gods. A boy with an arm made of iron hopes to bond with his distant father on a hunting trip. And deep in the lunar radiation hills beyond a city dripping neon and blood, a deity demanding sacrifice from both old and young is about to wake.

The Seasons meet on the coast to discuss the reason for the unseasonal changes taking place. A hardened, established killer gets a job he doesn't want to do, finding much more than he bargained for in a fighting dog's shed. A husband loses his wife, but finds her again in a patch of woodland, nestled in the wet, inviting earth. And a tea party with an odd set of guests. GAIA: SHADOW AND BREATH is a collection of fantasy, dark fantasy, magical realism inspired by the goddess Gaia, mother earth. A portion of the proceeds from this anthology will be donated to the Nature Conservancy.

"I have this dream where I'm floating in outer space, sniffing stardust off the rings of Saturn, and Helene--one of Saturn's sixty-something moons--hangs over my head, its surface cracking in a horizontal line and splitting open like a mouth with sharp rocks for teeth. The noise Helene makes when she inhales is the soundtrack of a head-on collision played backwards. She breathes me in and shuts her mouth. It's like a cave inside of her. I see everything in infrared night vision. I see myself sitting on a rock and when I notice me noticing myself, I look up from the rock with eyes that are all pupils and I speak in two voices at once: one voice dropped thirty octaves below normal, like chopped and screwed tone, the other a whispering echo. I tell myself, the world as you know it is in your hands. The end of you is the end of it all. I watch myself vanish off the rock and I jerk awake with the feeling of falling."--