The sky is the color of reheated gasoline. The dead have found religion. And the new kid is about to join the congregation.
The world ended, and something worse rode in to fill it.
Down a dead highway comes the convoy — Evil Ken Evil and his Bone Jumpers, undead stunt-riders on bone-chrome motorcycles who turned the apocalypse into a traveling church. They jump flaming ramps of stacked cars. They preach over the roar of engines that shouldn’t still run. And the dead don’t attack the crowd that gathers to watch.
They worship in it.
A lone kid watches them tear through a suburb of screams — the jump, the blue fire, the grave dust falling like snow over a hundred upraised hands — and feels something catch behind the ribs. A pull. So when the convoy rolls out, the kid starts walking. No bike. No plan. Just a one-eyed companion named Zero, a bat, a stray dog that won’t quit, and a road that leads deeper into a faith built on velocity, spectacle, and faith collected one jump at a time.
Every mile feels less like a journey and more like a homecoming nobody’s willing to name.
And somewhere out past the wreckage waits the Great Divide — the chasm every rider whispers about and no one survives crossing.
Bone Jumpers: Hi-Octane Grimoire #1 — Engines Be With You is the first book in a blood-and-gasoline horror series where the apocalypse has a congregation, the motorcycles are made of bone, and the new believer is the very last to understand what they’ve become.
Perfect for readers who like their horror loud, their apocalypses weird, and their road trips paved with the dead.
The engines are running. The ramp is built.
Keep up or die trying.
