Don't Fear the Reaper (The Indian Lake Trilogy, #2)

by Stephen Graham Jones

As Edmund Leach says, history tends to sacrifice totality in the interest of continuity, and of course you get the continuity I’m reaching for with a title like that.

All because somebody put scissors in her hand. Which is just a set of blades. Is just violence, which shares an important v with revenge.

When she thrusts her right arm up in victory, what she’s holding there for all the gods to see, for the whole world to know, for you to never have in your sacred collection, it’s a hook. From the killer she killed. Because she’s Jade fucking Daniels. And a thousand men like you can’t even reach up to touch her combat boots.