Title: Lars Breaxface: Werewolf in Space
Author: Brandon Getz
Brandon Getz redefines the space opera and werewolf genres with the irreverent, action-packed, and heartfelt Lars Breaxface: Werewolf in Space
Exiled from his home planet after exposure to a lycanthropic virus, orbit-salvager Lars Breaxface roams the cosmos as muscle for hire, the ultimate lone wolf.
But when he meets a mysterious stranger in the far reaches of space, the wolfman finds himself in the middle of an alien plot he doesn’t understand, breaking a lot of faces.
With the galaxy hanging in the balance, can Lars tame the beast? Or is he only capable of super apocalyptic werewolf mass destruction?
Price: $15.95 (6 x 9 paperback) $2.99 (Kindle ebook)
Release date: 10/8/19
Brandon Getz earned an MFA in fiction writing from Eastern Washington University. His work has appeared in F(r)iction, Versal, Flapperhouse, and elsewhere. Lars Breaxface: Werewolf in Space is his first novel. He lives in Pittsburgh, PA.
Praise for Lars Breaxface: Werewolf in Space:
“You gotta love a novel that opens with ‘Chapter One: A werewolf walks into a bar.’ Lars Breaxface: Werewolf in Space is a galaxian romp. Beautiful vampire witches, a werewolf space pilot who is a heroic puncher of chins, washing down cat with quaffs of ale from his on-board keg-rack, sword-winged Fishman, a mirrored villain, and Frank the tree—they all take off on a tale of planetary revenge. I love the language and wordplay of this story, (something may not be ‘superstitious’ but it could be a ‘littlestitious’) never explained, you just get it and flip pages as it rockets you from a cantina bar fight to an epic library blood-wall battle and into far away subspace on a ride in a ship called Sheila. Sheila roars like a souped up ‘67 Chevy when a rabbit-foot chained key fires up her engines. And she keeps you cozy on light-speed auto pilot in her custom flame-painted body, with Death Metal tunes blasting from her speakers. I can’t wait to see the movie. Hell, I want to be in it.”
– Tom Atkins, actor, Night of the Creeps
“There’s high concept, and then there’s high concept with monsters, space opera, and a throwback to all those awesome nostalgic memories you have from the ‘80s and ‘90s. That’s what Lars Breaxface has in spades. Featuring a vibrant band of ragtag heroes, this is one incredible ride through the recesses of time and space, as werewolves, witches, and other beasties chew up scenery and pursue every adventure they come across (and then some). Perfect for those who love their science fiction with a shot of pure adrenaline and fun, Lars Breaxface: Werewolf in Space is a rhapsodic good time.”
– Gwendolyn Kiste, author, The Rust Maidens
“How to describe something like Lars Breaxface?! Lars is like a punk Han Solo adventuring through the sleazy space underground, trafficking in the occult and supercharged withgore. It’s as colorful as The Fifth Element but mixed with the gritty irreverence of Heavy Metal; it’s a teeth-gnashing action throwback; it’s grind house science fiction.”
– Tom Sweterlitsch, author, The Gone World
“This is the book you find in the far corner of the used bookstore where the lights flicker and the employees refuse to go. This is the book you find under your older sibling’s mattress and when your parents catch you reading it they send you to military school on the other side of the country. This book is Lars Breaxface: Werewolf in Space and it’s the new gold standard for cult classics.”
– Seth Fried, author, The Great Frustration
“Lars the space-faring werewolf is a mercenary asshole whose obsession with getting drunk, paid, and laid makes him the galaxy’s one and only misanthrope lycanthrope. He’s the kind of person whose arrival at the party means it’s time for you to leave (unless you want blood and vomit on your shoes). And frankly, I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun following someone around the chaos of their own narrative. Lars and his posse of increasingly outlandish clients and hangers-on barrel through alien cities, backwater space stations, blood-splattered churches, and even the naked vacuum of space itself in pursuit of their goals. These places and their residents are rendered with prose so deft and loving that the only thing I want more than to live in these spaces is for Lars to take a shower and a nap.”
– Angela Quinton, editor, Werewolves Versus