Fear and Loathing meets South Park in a screwball horror novella. Part romance, part buddy comedy, part body horror, I Saw Satan At The 7–Eleven is a dark-as-night tale from a phenomenal new name in literary fiction.

Two miles north of Hell, a nameless deadbeat narrator spots Satan buying soy milk at the 7–Eleven. Satan's a washed-up has-been, who’s totally lost his edge. That is until he falls in love with our narrator, and the two embark on a debauched misadventure, by turns slapstick, violent, whimsical, dreamlike and tender.

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Christopher Brett Bailey is a writer, performer & musician, born in Canada, raised on the USA border, now based in London, England. Other projects include the award-winning punk-opera The Inconsiderate Aberrations of Billy the Kid, the multi-award winning “cult hit” theatre show This Is How We Die, ambient music duo Moon Ate the Dark, experimental theatre collab Psychodrama and a short story collection called Suicide Notes. This is his first novella.

'what a fucking genius' – Smiths Magazine

'channels the ghosts of Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and William Burroughs... it's not over exaggerating to place Bailey's name alongside such exalted company.' – Buzz Mag

'a spoken word performance of such intensity I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry' – The Guardian