In a world covered by an endless sea, waiting for the sun has never been more deadly.
They’re not the chosen ones. They’re not special, and they’re most definitely not well-mannered.
They’re just too stubborn to die. Call it dumb luck or destiny—Max and Mave definitely don’t have it.

A shotgun, a multi-tool, and a whole lot of swearing are between them and the be-all-end-all.

Like a shot of espresso on cocaine, it’s dark, brutal, sometimes funny—but mostly it’s just insane.
Hope you have fun reading it as much as I had writing it.