'I loved it straight away ... characters so vivid you feel like they might be living in your
wardrobe right now' NATASHA PULLEY author of THE WATCHMAKER OF FILIGREE STREET 'Gloriously
over-the-top and under-the-skin [with] shades of early Angela Carter' OSKAR JENSEN author of
HELLE AND DEATH Callum Melusine and Al play in a band with no name baffling audiences in
terrible pubs across the northeast of England with their 'sound'. Their songs tell the stories
of the Solkats: fictional northern gods of small things of mishap and mayhem. Absolutely no
one knows what they're on about. But they believe in their music and in each other. And
they're happy. That is until an act of violence at a pub gig goes viral they catch the eye
of a disillusioned influencer and suddenly go from having a cult following to having a cult
following. All the Solkats want Callum insists is to have effect on the world. But as fans
from LA to Australia flock to Northumberland and each gig becomes larger and more lawless than
the last this effect starts to feel scarily. real. Which poses the question: if the Solkats
really do exist which is it more dangerous to anger: a wayward group of elder gods or your
biggest fans? Because gods and cults both demand sacrifices. And one way or another they're
going to get one. 'An incredibly fun read . Joey Batey has pulled another arrow out of his
creative quiver and hit a bullseye' GRIMDARK 'Vigorous lurid page-turning' LOCUS
