Kingmaker—one play to win or lose. A man with a cigar clenched between his teeth, gun in hand, and one night to take it. Perfect luck demands sacrifice, and for him to win, everyone else must lose. He’s come for
it
, and nothing will stop him. The rhythm of Motörhead’s Ace of Spades pounds through the night as the bodies accumulate.
Relentless, ridiculous, and unrelenting—Kingmaker is punk fiction at its neon-drenched chaos painted in blood and irreverence. Nothing is sacred, least of all the holy man.
It’s lean, mean, and dripping with attitude.
This is Act One in the series—reader discretion advised. Mature audiences only.