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

by Stephen Graham Jones

Fifty thousand ancestors, going back and back, each of them a final girl.

all Jade can think in her current flatlined state is, Was she ever this annoying? How did anybody even tolerate being around her?

Good grief, Charlie Brown. Give it a rest already.

Because she’s Jade fucking Daniels. And a thousand men like you can’t even reach up to touch her combat boots.