Alex Cole will do anything for money. Murder? Check. Assault? Check. Infanticide? Check. Sexual favours? Double-check. But after getting himself roped into something called Kuman Thong—including its roasted human foetuses—Cole is left fighting unfathomable phenomena beyond his comprehension, and rather unexpectedly trying save the world. All for a lousy pay cheque. Full of evisceration, morgues, interdimensional deities, and prostitution, Alex Cole is part private detective, part mercenary … all sick f\*ck. Cole Investigations is open for business. Sick F\*ck is an extreme horror novella, painted with the blackest of humour. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.

Everything’s always a mess when Alex Cole is finished. Wanna go next? Alex hates missing person’s cases. Unless they’re easy money. Anything is good when there’s easy money. Then there’s the delivery job. Get a box and hand deliver it to some rich jerk-off. Deal with another private investigator almost as skeezy as himself. And after all that there’s the Event. That’s sure to have a really, really, bad ending. All for a lousy pay cheque. Full of grotesque acts of violence, anal excavation, immortal beings, and strippers, Alex Cole is part private detective, part mercenary … all sick f\*ck. Cole Investigations is open—again—for business.

Third times a charm? Alex Cole never gets that lucky. The cornerstone of private investigation—insurance fraud. Doing it, obviously. And then there’s the taxi job. Run someone to the airport while being chased by who knows what? Mix that in with drugs, party boats, and the Virgin Mary, and you’ve got a pretty standard day for one Mr. Cole. All for a lousy pay cheque. Full of infanticide, evisceration, sadists, and snuff, Alex Cole is part private detective, part mercenary … all sick f\*ck. Cole Investigations is open—once more—for business. Born on Third is an extreme horror novella, painted with the blackest of humour. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.