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

by Stephen Graham Jones

You don’t understand, he wants to explain to her. I have to see who this is. She won’t come knocking again. All of which translates down to I’ll never be this eighteen again, he knows.

Or so someone might say who believed in slashers and final girls, fate and justice.

“Blood alone moves the wheels of history.” Our wheels are moving just fine, thank you. Just, don’t look in the rearview mirror if you can help it.

Jennifer. Jennifer Jennifer Jennifer. She’s already told him that’s who she is again. That “Jade” is dead. That she died that night in the water.

“Haven’t called you ‘Jennifer’ since elementary,” he tells her. “Haven’t called you ‘deputy’ since my worst nightmare,” Jennifer says back.