Logan Marlow lost his son.
His wife left him.
His creative spark is gone.
Now, something grows from the rot inside of him, a deity of darkness that refuses to suffer alone.
Not all gods are benevolent. Some are born of grief, a fever that turns good men cruel.
And they covet your worship.
"My God, Chris Miller knows exactly how to make you FEEL...This is elevated horror at its finest; gripping, unsettling, visceral. A true work of art." - RJ Powell, author of Dollface and Vasectomy
