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It's love in the time of atomic monsters in this sci-fi Western with the soul of Stranger Things and The Goonies, from the cult-favorite author of the Exponential Apocalypse series.

After a secret rendezvous goes fatally awry, store-crossed lovers Rhea and Wren, sixteen-year-olds from opposite sides of the last truck stop in existence, find themselves hunted and on the run, forced to survive in the post-utopian wreckage of an alien-blighted civilization. They'll need to face down the impossible threats of a neverending desert, the atomic insects and sandstorms and the barren nothingness of a world rusted sharp, in search of a city that shouldn't be.

The nights are long and the odds are bad, but Wren and Rhea wouldn't have it any other way. They're finally free, reveling in being alone, and together. But happiness is never easy at the end of everything, and soon enough – and with some unexpected help – the teenagers stumble upon a series of cascading discoveries that upend everything they thought they knew, leaving them reeling, reconsidering, and forced to reckon with what they owe the ones they left behind.

Experience F. Scott Fitzgerald’s classic Jazz Age novel of lost love, wild parties, and the impossible promise of the American Dream the way it was almost certainly never meant to be: with mercenaries; shadowy government agencies; meditations on trauma, violence and masculinity; and a much more rewarding love story for Nick and Jordan. Oh, and also? Secret international cabals of werewolf assassins. Nick Carraway, a traumatized soldier trying to escape his past, moves to Long Island in search of a new – and quiet – future. Instead, he’s drawn into the increasingly tangled orbits of his cousin Daisy, lovelorn and imprisoned by her past; her husband Tom, a jackbooted corporate fixer; the alluring and sardonic Jordan Baker; and, of course, his neighbor Gatsby, a millionaire playboy renowned for his excess as much as the mysteries surrounding him. What follows is a stirring (and still surprisingly familiar) tale of romance, revelations, reefer, redemption – and revenge.

Fallen gods. Cloned queens. Psychokinetic squirrels. Atomic werewolves. Hippie zombies. Jell-O monsters. Butter monsters. Booger monsters. An army of philosophers bent on world domination. A cybernetically-enhanced donut maker. The horned-up ghosts of elderly lady serial killers. The frozen head of Walt Sidney. Earthquakes. Fire tornados. A global volcanic winter. A supermassive extradimensional black hole. Dr. Vanilla Ice II. And that's literally not even the half of it. Five books. Seventeen stories. More f-bombs than Microsoft Word can count. Ten years of EXPONENTIAL APOCALYPSE are collected into a single volume, an omnibus that, like a stoner's rug, ties everything together, from the first doomsday to the very last. THE END OF EVERYTHING FOREVER is a fifty-year epic of extinction events, the genre-spanning saga of a planet in perpetual peril, a world that can't seem to stop itself from ending – and all the nihilists and nutcases, the anti-heroes and con artists and mad scientists and slackers, that keep trying to save it. Even if it is only because there’s nothing on TV that day. With a foreword by Danger Slater. "If The Avengers was written by Terry Pratchett and directed by Kevin Smith, you might end up in the same dimension as the Exponential Apocalypse series." – Kat Clay, Radiant Attack

The world has ended twenty-six-and-a-half times to date... but that’s not about to stop it from trying again. The sun, after a particularly debaucherous evening, has stumbled across the horizon and flipped a giant, geomagnetic middle finger at the Earth, detonating nearly every transformer and power line on the planet and crippling the single electrical grid that powers North America. The world has been plunged back into the Boring Ages overnight. Although this means very little to anyone, as no one is able to Google when the Boring Ages were or how society got out of them the first time. With darkness looming, the economy crashing, and nobody’s DVRs working, everything seems lost -- humanity is one more unmicrowaved Hot Pocket away from eating itself alive. So now it’s up to Thor, the former Norse God of Thunder, and the ragtag group of mercenary “heroes” he calls friends to set things right and hotwire the North American continent. HIGH VOLTAGE, the third novel in the EXPONENTIAL APOCALYPSE series, is the perfect jumping on point for new readers. All of the fast-paced humor and snark of the first two critically-acclaimed, best-selling books and none of the having to read them first. Witty and wired, HIGH VOLTAGE is the post-apocalyptic dark comedy for anyone who wishes THE HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY had more dick jokes or CLERKS had more homicidal old lady ghosts. And, you know, was a book.

Six months ago, Thor, the former Norse God of Thunder - along with the motley crew of political clones and cyborgs and psychic squirrels he calls his friends - saved the world. And, in a wholly unprecedented move, this time the world stayed saved. The frozen head of Walt Sidney is not happy about that. Like, at all. The bodiless businessman has pit his two top men against each other and sent them after the group, in a contest to see who can out-murder who. Because vengeance is a dish best served lukewarm and out of a can, heated over the smoldering remains of your enemies. Also, vengeance should be eaten with an officially licensed Lindsey Louse Spearin' Spork for maximum vengeance-ing. The fourth book in the EXPONENTIAL APOCALYPSE series, REVENGE-ARONI is smart, vulgar, and quite simply and with absolutely zero hyperbole, the single best post-apocalyptic book about borderline inept, mercenary heroes you will ever read. Filled with gallows humor and inventive swearing and run-on sentences, as well as sex, drugs, violence, and blatant attacks on artisanal coffee, REVENGE-ARONI will surely be looked back on as the piece of literature that saved humanity from both itself and the inevitable uprising of homicidal crab-people.

There had been twenty-two apocalypses to date. There were now four distinct variations of humanity roaming the earth – six, if you counted the undead. It had been suggested that there really should have been a new word to describe "the end of everything forever," but most people had stopped noticing, much less caring, after the tally hit double digits. Not to mention the failure of "forever" in living up to its potential. The last apocalypse wasn't even considered a cataclysm by most major governments. It was just a Thursday. EXPONENTIAL APOCALYPSE is the tender, heart-stirring tale of crappy jobs, a slacker cult, an alcoholic Aztec god, reconstituted world leaders, werewolves, robots, and the shenanigans of multiple persons living after the twentieth-aught end of the world. Fast-paced, frenetic, funny, and frequently fond of other f-words, EXPONENTIAL APOCALYPSE is the only book that will have you looking forward to the end of the world.

Thor, former Norse God of Thunder, has returned to his day job at the Secaucus Holiday Inn, surlier than ever. His Google alert for "Ragnarok" is bringing in fewer and fewer results, and he's beginning to think that the Twilight of the Gods might never come to free him from the hellish nightmare that is minimum-wage customer service. But then Timmy, a telekinetic, telepathic super-squirrel, comes skittering back into Thor's life, bruised and slightly smoking after having his tail handed to him by a two-hundred-year-old mad scientist in a robotic exoskeleton. The rodent needs help, and, despite his best intentions, that help is going to have to be Thor and his friends Chester A. Arthur XVII and Queen Victoria XXX. DEAD PRESIDENTS, the second book in the EXPONENTIAL APOCALYPSE series, continues where the first one left off, following Thor and company through a world rife with megalomanical clones, dinosaur armies, zombies, mad scientists, rhinos with lasers, and all manner of action and misadventure. Uproarious and unrestrained, DEAD PRESIDENTS puts the "doody" in doomsday and the "ha" in worldwide annihilation.

Thor, former Norse God of Thunder, has returned to his day job at the Secaucus Holiday Inn, surlier than ever. His Google alert for "Ragnarok" is bringing in fewer and fewer results, and he's beginning to think that the Twilight of the Gods might never come to free him from the hellish nightmare that is minimum-wage customer service. But then Timmy, a telekinetic, telepathic super-squirrel, comes skittering back into Thor's life, bruised and slightly smoking after having his tail handed to him by a two-hundred-year-old mad scientist in a robotic exoskeleton. The rodent needs help, and, despite his best intentions, that help is going to have to be Thor and his friends Chester A. Arthur XVII and Queen Victoria XXX. Exponential Apocalypse: Dead Presidents, the second book in the Exponential Apocalypse series, continues where the first one left off, following Thor and company through a world rife with megalomanical clones, dinosaur armies, zombies, mad scientists, rhinos with lasers, and all manner of action and misadventure. Uproarious and unrestrained, Exponential Apocalypse: Dead Presidents puts the "doody" in doomsday and the "ha" in worldwide annihilation.