Take heed, and smoke what you got…
In the far-distant post-apocalypse of rural America, an embattled company of chainsaw-wielding hillbillies are set forth by Her Majesty of the Ozarks on a quest for precious methamphetamine.
Beset by religious zealots, militarized sex workers, and their own addictions, the CHAINDEVILS slash their way across the drug-addled border between Missouri and Arkansas.
Embrace the chaos with Matthew Mitchell's debut novella, which tears off pieces of horror, grimdark fantasy, dying earth fiction, and drug literature, and smashes them together in hazy, mud-coated ways unlike anything you've ever seen.
"Mitchell pens a wild extrapolation of a post-apocalyptic North American Landscape by way of The Road, Warhammer 40k, and pulp westerns. Chaindevils is hard, grisly fare." - Laird Barron, author of The Wind Began to Howl
“Beneath the chainsaws, drugs, and miscreants - Mitchell has created a story about Seachers. Folk that reflect the worst and the best in us, trying to find answers to questions we’re too afraid to ask.” - Adam Smith (Eisner Award-Nominee, Long Walk to Valhalla)
“Gory and raucous weird fiction, Chaindevils is one of the most outrageous stories I've ever read. If you'd like a taste of A Clockwork Orange with a Southern accent, Mad Max on meth, and Blood Meridian with chainsaws, then you'll want to dive into this vivid and original desolation envisioned by Matthew Mitchell.” - Ivy Grimes, author of Grime Time
“Mitchell gathers the haunted cultural imagination of the Ozarks together with the bloody history of the US’s internal border wars and the cultlike stature of their figureheads and squeezes until it all reaches critical mass and burns through the fabric of history into a desolate future. Meth-fueled chainsaw warriors and gilded femdom valkyries and giggling hooded cultists pursue truly shocking violence according to a logic we can only grasp the edge of. Chaindevils festers in the brain like an eldritch hangnail.” - Mark Jaskowski, author of Mutant Circuit, The Heartbeat Harvest
"It would be a mistake to call this tale a descent into Hell. We’re already in Hell from the first page, the first line…No depravity is left unplumbed. No despair left unearned. No doom left unmanifested. You want an army of chainsaw-wielding meth-addicted cannibals? Bizarre masked and horned cultists? Jewel-encrusted monarchist warrior women? It’s all here, and more besides. It takes a pure vision and a lot of guts to write something this balls-to-the-wall, and Matthew Mitchell has both. Who knows what new filth-encrusted hells he’ll drag us to next, but I’m damn sure going to let him." - Matt Neil Hill, author of short fiction
