Summer Sons

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Product Details

Price
$26.99  $24.83
Publisher
Tordotcom
Publish Date
Pages
384
Dimensions
5.69 X 8.61 X 1.27 inches | 1.02 pounds
Language
English
Type
Hardcover
EAN/UPC
9781250790286

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About the Author

LEE MANDELO is a writer, critic, and occasional editor whose fields of interest include speculative and queer fiction, especially when the two coincide. They have been a past nominee for various awards including the Nebula, Lambda, and Hugo; their work can be found in magazines such as Tor.com, Uncanny Magazine, Clarkesworld, and Nightmare. Aside from a brief stint overseas learning to speak Scouse, Mandelo has spent their life ranging across Kentucky, currently living in Lexington and pursuing a PhD at the University of Kentucky.

Reviews

Summer Sons is a southern summer in book form: hot and hungry and haunting. I couldn't put it down. --Alix E. Harrow

Truly intense: you can smell the blood, the sweat, and the petrol. It absolutely rips. --Tamsyn Muir

At once a raw, beautifully written gothic and an adrenaline-fueled debut, Summer Sons heralds a rich new voice in speculative fiction. Lee Mandelo is for real. --Andy Davidson

Intense, sweaty, and literally haunting, Summer Sons is the Southern gothic tale of race cars and graduate school I didn't know I needed. Come for the slow-burn relationships, and stay for the scalding hot twists. --Annalee Newitz

Full of angst and lingering spirits, Mandelo's debut is like Tennessee molasses--dense, dark, slow-moving, and with a distinct Southern flavor. --Publishers Weekly

Hooks you hard and fast from the start, then drags you kicking and screaming and loving it on a twisted backroad nightmare full of bad boys and badder revenants. --Sam J. Miller

A gripping, gasoline-drenched story of ghosts, friendships, and things left unspoken. --Sarah Pinsker

So visceral that you can feel the clammy sweat of fear and secrets, and it's full of the ugly rubbing edges of masculine frustration that's both the desire for violence, and desire itself. --Shelley Parker-Chan