There is no salvation within these pages. Only the lingering taste-- sweet, sour, and searing-- of sadness gone septic. In Sorrow Like Sour Candy, Chandler Morrison, author of Dead Inside and American Narcissus, delivers a collection of stories where ecstasy and ruin are inseparable. Humanity becomes an infestation spreading across the cosmos. Lovers contaminate each other in search of transcendence. Desire twists into obsession; obsession dissolves into ash. Beneath Los Angeles lights and motel gloom, bodies and souls unravel in prose both brutal and hypnotic. At once literary and vicious, lyrical and profane, these stories strip glamour down to its bones and expose the rot beneath. Morrison writes with the precision of a scalpel and the ferocity of a blade dragged across glass, capturing characters who are beautiful, broken, and unforgettable. Beauty curdles. Desire corrodes. Love tastes like something you shouldn't swallow but do anyway. Everything ends. The aftertaste endures.