By Sarah L. Johnson and Robert Bose
Welcome to Torrington, Alberta. A wide spot in the blacktop, home to the world-famous Gopher Hole Museum above, and a massive convergence of mystical energy below. When a rogue exorcist acquires a soul translocating relic, the Vatican reluctantly – very reluctantly – turns to the only mercenaries capable of taking it back. The hard-drinking, double-crossing, catastrophe-courting mercenaries that sold it to him in the first place.
Trace and Solomon ought to know better. Church work is always a handshake with the Devil, but this time there’s more than money on the line, and it forces them to question what matters most. In this life, and the next.
Soon they’re on the road in their rusty Winnebago, chasing the sunset through the badlands and across the prairies (with a few stops along the way) to a marvel of modern taxidermy, and a demonic soul swap fit to shake the pillars of Hell.
The book is like From Dusk ‘til Dawn meets Little House on the Prairie, except Ma and Pa are evil Catholic clergy, the kids are rabid vermin, and Clooney and Tarantino are a trashy couple of grifters on a perpetual road trip in their shitty Winnebago. ~ Lola
The Seventh Terrace – Weird Fiction – 45 Pages – Cover design by Robert Bose