A family on the verge of self-destruction finds themselves isolated in their bathroom during a tornado warning. "Don't look now but Max Booth III is one of the best in horror, and he's only getting started." –Josh Malerman, author of BIRD BOX and MALORIE

Drowning, he wakes beside two corpses. His memory has been wiped clean. He doesn’t know his name, what he’s doing here, who these people are, or even why one of them is a cop. Nor can he explain his strange telekinetic abilities. Questions plague his mind like hellfire, questions that begin a journey leading into the rot of downtown America, a journey that will not end until every one of his questions have been answered, despite who has to die in the process. Even if those who have all the answers aren’t human. Even if the true monster he's hunting for is staring at him through the mirror.

If Tarantino and the Coen Brothers ever teamed up to make a film, Toxicity might be the end result. Imagine the surreal universes of Philip K. Dick smashing into the gritty realities of Elmore Leonard, and you might have an idea of what type of book you’re about to get yourself into. Toxicity is violent, repulsive, charming, and completely ridiculous. It’s a dark comedy for those without a soul.