On Submission Michael J. Seidlinger 9781960988812

The author of home invasion horror hit, Anybody Home?, brings murder to the publishing sphere in On Submission, where Scream meets Yellowface when an A-List agent's top clients all end up dead.

Hotshot literary agent Henry Richmond Pendel knows how to find the next big thing and is even better at selling them. But a perfect career becomes increasingly disconcerting as he begins to feel like he's being watched. There are rumors of a boogeyman in publishing, a rejected writer who has cracked and started killing off writers.

When Pendel's star clients turn up brutally murdered and unsolicited queries become more and more frantic, Pendel must decide whether to act out of safety for himself and his clients or to capitalize on the attention. Is it worth a few more casualties if it means inking a few seven-figure deals?

Part slasher and part scream at the publishing industry, Michael J. Seidlinger, the master of psychological terror, offers a brutal new take on the relationship between art and commerce. On Submission is full of villains, where some harm with a pen and others with a knife.

"Short, sharp, bizarre and brilliant, On Submission is a scathing autopsy of the publishing industry." -FanFiAddict

"A tortuous affair that marries psychopathy with writerly ambition, On Submission is a serial killer revenge fantasy set within the publishing industry's already ruthless echelons, a social satire that enacts the darkest imaginings of any author forced to endure yet another blanket rejection slip. It's gruesome, troublesome, impish, and lampoonish-a fast-paced splatter romp whose resourceful antihero shares a moral compass with Patrick Bateman. Seidlinger doesn't just bite that hand that feeds him, he devours it." -Joe Pan, author of Florida Palms

"Seidlinger has masterfully crafted a striking meta-narrative of an industry with bodies in its closet-and with surgical precision-extracted the story of one writer's blood-soaked journey from each incision. If you peel back the layers of text far enough, peer between the viscera on each page; you'll find every writer you've ever known swimming in that crimson river, wading in it." -Adam Fall, Underbrush Books