He took a gap year to find himself. He found the cartel instead.
Eighteen-year-old Jorge just wants out of Bowie, Texas. No more school. No more bells and pep rallies. One clean year to figure out who he's supposed to become before the rest of his life closes in.
Then a summer sales job hands him a mentor named Dom - smooth, funny, and dangerous in ways Jorge is too young to read. A road trip west. A first beer, a first joint, a first lie to his mother that comes far too easily. And a candlelit tarot reading that warns him a journey is coming, and darkness with it.
By the time Jorge understands the plane isn't landing in Cuba, he's already in Sinaloa - translating for a cartel boss who films loyalty oaths on a Bible, riding a truckload of cocaine across a country that has made him no promise to keep him alive.
What follows is a descent: crooked cops and cold cash, a basement in Tabasco, a raid that leaves men dead on the floor, and a rooftop where a pistol is pressed to his forehead as a joke. But underneath the violence runs something stranger - a serpent in his dreams, a white horse blazing like the sun, a Compton preacher who tells him everyone is walking around with a hole shaped like the light. Jorge is being carried somewhere. The only question is toward what.
Raw, propulsive, and shot through with a current of the sacred, The Chronicles of Jorge is a coming-of-age story with the pulse of a thriller and the soul of a parable - the first book in a three-part journey across Mexico, Morocco, and the far edges of a young man's faith.
The road doesn't lead where he thinks. It never did.
Book One of the Chronicles of Jorge trilogy.
Mature content: violence, drug use, and strong language. Intended for adult readers