In a town where nothing changes, something has.

When Kenny stumbles upon a group of violet-skinned strangers camping behind his father's Iowa farm, he assumes they're nudists, cultists—maybe both. What he doesn't expect is a crashed ship, a dead shaman, or the realization that they're not from around here. Not this county. Not this planet.

As the visitors—non-verbal, sexless, yet strangely human—begin integrating into rural rhythms, tensions rise. Secrets surface. Bodies pile. And nothing about gender, law, or language means what it used to.

Sustenance is a novel of quiet horror and speculative contact. Told through dust-choked fields, small-town suspicion, and slow-burn dread, it explores what happens when the aliens aren't monsters—just misunderstood.

For readers who enjoy:
- Literary science fiction
- Atmospheric horror without gore
- Alien contact with philosophical bite
- Midwestern gothic, rural existentialism, or quietly breaking down