A young couple, a religious man, a gritty rapper, and a sublime videographer get stranded together in the desert. Little do they know, they’ll cross paths in a bloody fashion with one another as well as a hippie cult that has a fetish for the flesh. Welcome to the Valley of Fire, where sex magic, psychedelics, ancient tongues, and old gods reign supreme.

“God’s Leftovers is not for the faint of heart. This brutal, visceral, shocking work of fiction is Ketchum meets Barker with a sprinkling of classic slashers and grindhouse pulp. If you want to be disgusted and unsettled, tapping into the vibe of films like Martyrs, I Spit on Your Grave, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre—this is your jam. I need to take a shower and douse myself in holy water.” (Richard Thomas, author of Spontaneous Human Combustion and Bram Stoker Award® nominee)

“If you can picture The Hills Have Eyes imbued with Jodorowsky’s psychedelic sensibilities, you might get something close to God’s Leftovers. With it, Grant Wamack makes a spectacular, bloody entrance into the splatterpunk arena. You’ve gotta read this book!” (Lucas Magnum, author of Gods of the Dark Web)

“Deadly secrets, psychedelic drugs, sex magic... Wamack knows a thing or two about hard times and in this novella, you see life itself staring back at you, brandishing your worst fears, daring you to turn the page. I’ve been following Grant Wamack’s work for a long time and God’s Leftovers is his calling card, proving he’s at the peak of his powers.” (Michael J. Seidlinger, author of Anybody Home?)