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

by Stephen Graham Jones

One thing about Idaho: it don’t look good if it’s not riddled with bullet holes. Dogs pee on what they own. In Proofrock, those lifted legs expose guns.

in a slasher, you watch your six, your twelve, your ten and two—if you don’t keep the whole goddamn clock in view at all times, then someone’ll pull the pointer hands up from that clock, jam them through your skull. And you’ll deserve it.

When you live and breathe horror, then your dreams, they can kind of match up with that, can’t they? It’s not called nightmare fuel for nothing.