Don't Fear the Reaper

Proofrock, ID. Henderson-Golding. Camp Winnemucca. Terra Nova. Fictitious places surrounding a fictitious lake, but Indian Lake and everything encompassing it are so vividly burned into my brain that I can feel the foreboding breeze blowing through the pines, hear the eerie calls of the looming elk, and smell the rusty iron scent of freshly spilled blood.

Our favorite badass final girl is back, and so are the cinematic-homage stylings of the master of intelligent horror, Mr. Stephen 'Break-out-the-trauma-kits' Graham Jones. This time around, however, Jade Daniels is a little different - a little more experienced - a little older - a little more... conservative. "What?!" you say. Not to worry! You can't put a machete in the silverware drawer and call it a butter knife.

As the second book in a trilogy, DON'T FEAR THE REAPER surely serves as a bridge, but it is so much more; a full and satisfying story arc, a collection of enthralling histories, and above all, a lesson in classic and obscure slasher flicks, presented to you by an instructor that knows a thing or two about slashers, and teaching!