Your understanding of life is a beating heart. It is blood in your veins and air in your lungs. I have no heart. I do not breathe your air. I came to this place while dreaming, floating through the great void beyond the warmth of any sun. There are no gods in the Universe, only chaos. I am but a small part of it.

No Gods, Only Chaos is a collection of stories exploring the full spectrum of horror. A Dust Bowl-era grandfather refuses to stay buried until his work is done. A serial killer manipulates his victims like a puppeteer, certain their suffering will unlock something vital within himself. An elderly man is convinced his wife is trapped inside her body, and he knows just how to free her.

Dark, but often hopeful, these twisting voyages through liminal spaces and brutalized landscapes pay homage to no one. L.P. Hernandez’s vision is fresh and devastating.

"Front to back, one of the best horror short story collections I've EVER read."
-Johnny Compton, critically acclaimed author of The Spite House

“Properly brilliant…this is a great collection.”

-Neil McRobert, Talking Scared