In the murky, moss-draped swamps of the deep South, a broken-down swamper clings to two things: the bottle that drowns his past and the blade that carves his future. But when a sinister force awakens beneath the black water, his violent temper becomes a death sentence. As rage festers like a festering wound, he discovers that some sins don’t wash away with booze—they crawl out of the bayou with hungry jaws. Gator Face is a chilling descent into madness where every shadow hides a predator, and every swig of whiskey brings him closer to the monster he’s becoming. The swamp remembers everything, and it’s ready to collect.






























































