An atompunk amalgamation of PREY, STATION ELEVEN, and THE MANDALORIAN, from the cult-favorite author of the EXPONENTIAL APOCALYPSE series.After a secret rendezvous goes fatally awry, store-crossed lovers Rhea and Wren, sixteen-year-olds from opposite sides of the last truck stop in existence, find themselves hunted and on the run, forced to survive in the post-utopian wreckage of an alien-blighted civilization. They'll need to face down the impossible threats of a neverending deser...

WEIRDER, WILDER, FURTHER INTO THE UNKNOWN "The only award that matters." - someone, somewhere, maybe? BRAVE NEW WEIRD returns with its second collection, showcasing the absolute best of the independent New Weird world! Featuring 23 stories previously published by some of the most dynamic independent publishers in the fields of Horror and Speculative Fiction today, forewords from the publisher and editor on the state of independent Horror; additional recommended reading; and more.

In every laboratory, every experiment, there are two diametrical energies at play: chaos and control. The raw pandemonium of what is, and the diamond-sheen of what could be. And in between? Blood, bones, and broken hearts. Because no equation, no solution, will ever be able to contain the wild entropy of the human soul.Within these pages, you'll find reverse mermaids and vengeful shrew-women and bloated flesh-monsters tearing down the Golden Gate Bridge. A nurse waving a patient in...

The witching hour. The graveyard shift. Whether it's ghosts and gremlins or simply folks with nowhere else to go, the middle of the night has never been for the faint of heart. But what happens when the ones only there for the paycheck bump into the ones out for blood?Midnight turns the normal strange, and makes the strange normal. Within these pages, you'll find diners and doppelgangers and dead sisters, old gods and creatures of the night coming to hurt -- and help -- in equal me...

If there's a problem in the world*-literally any problem-*you can bet there's a billionaire behind it somewhere, exacerbating untold suffering for their own personal gain. War, famine, pestilence, and death aren't so much apocalyptic horsemen as line items and write-offs, holes collected on a punch card where the fifth atrocity is free.We, the non-rich, are wildly outclassed, millions of us cobbling together less money for a righteous cause than what some gold-leafed CEO w...