“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
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.
“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
Darkly imaginative, deliciously grotesque and deeply unsettling, God’s Leftovers is a brutal little novella that packs quite an unanticipated punch. Right out of the gate readers are transported to the sacred Valley of Fire, a desert expanse in Nevada, and this desolate stretch of sand houses a multitude of dark secrets.
This is my first time getting a taste of Grant Wamack’s writing, and I’ve been left craving more. Immediately drawn into a well-written narrative dripping with the unexpected and utterly disturbing imagery, I could not put this gruesome beauty of a book down. There’s no shortage of elements to occupy your brain space peppered throughout these pages – an ensemble cast of characters with unique voices, a group of vile, emaciated cannibal cultists, sex, gods, the arcane, and oh so much blood – everything so perfectly portrayed to craft an overwhelming sense of creeping dread.
I thoroughly enjoyed my time between the pages of God’s Leftovers and am looking forward to diving into more. I would love to learn more about the history of The Collective – yes, this is me sending out a desperate plea to Wamack for a prequel! If you’re looking for a quick, consuming read ripe with over-the-top, intensely visceral violence, then I highly recommend trekking deep into the Valley of Fire. Loved it. Gimme more.
Note: A huge thank you to the author for providing me with an early complementary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review via BookSirens.
CW: This is definitely not one for the faint of heart – please please please mind the warnings.
Grant Wamack grew up in the midwest where he devoured horror novels, comic books, anime, and cult movies. Somewhere along the way he fell in love with writing weird fiction. He has three books released by Bizarro Pulp Press: God’s Leftovers (2022), Notes from the Guts of a Hippo (2013) and the other being A Lightbulb’s Lament (2014). And one crime fiction novel Black Gypsies (2022) published by Broken River Books.
Grant Wamack is floating somewhere in Los Angeles, reading tarot cards, smoking good weed, and most likely doing some jiu jitsu at your local gym.