It was supposed to be a simple jewel heist, but it went badly wrong. Chuck got shot and died.
Lance hid his friend’s corpse in the Pleasant Street Cemetery. But that was a big mistake—there was something undead, something extremely hungry . . . something eXXXtremely horrible, buried in the Pleasant Street Cemetery.
And Lance had just woken it up.
They called the monster Brainchew because it ate brains. Human brains. And it preferred those brains fresh from the heads . . . of the living.
And now it was awake again, Brainchew planned on feeding big-time tonight. Oh hell yes, it did.
From the author of Hell Dancer, comes Girls Are Not Smiling.
Welcome To The Road Trip From Hell
Pagan is demon-possessed.
Lori is suicidal.
Britt is just terminally pissed off.
Meet three young Boston women on the run from the law, each with problems that will fuse into more than the sum of their individual parts, becoming a holocaust of sex and violence and terror, a literal rain of blood and horror and gore and evil.
And if that wasn’t already bad enough, Pagan’s pet demon is slowly transforming her into something both unspeakable and unholy.
Truly, these girls aren’t smiling.
From Legendary Horror Writer John Russo comes a harrowing tale where no one is safe!
Dealey Plaza is one of the most notorious places in America, and when youthful conspiracy buffs go there in 1964 to stage their own reenactment of the Kennedy Assassination, four of them are brutally murdered — the first victims of a hate-filled legacy that continues for four more decades.
The survivors of that long-ago Dallas trip, each of them now icons of the American way of life, are about to be honored — or killed.
Who will live and who will die? Will it be country-western star Lori McCoy? Her loving husband? Her scheming ex-husband? Or the case-hardened FBI agent and longtime friend who risks his life trying to protect them?
This is JOHN RUSSO at his best!
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From the Prologue:
Dealey Plaza is one of the most notorious places in America, and in the spring of 1964 I went there with some college pals, conspiracy buffs, who wanted me to help them film their own version of the Kennedy Assassination.
On the way home, four of them were murdered and their footage went up in flames.
It was the first link in a chain of violent death that spanned four decades and caused me to abandon all my youthful hopes and dreams.
As the years went by, some of us who had survived that trip became rich, some became famous or notorious, and some of us were entangled in tricky or dangerous situations that life had thrown our way.
Now we were gathered together for Homecoming Weekend 2000 at Belmont University.
But a killer was waiting for us.
And he was nursing a deadly grudge that had its roots in the trip to Dallas we had embarked on long ago when we were young, adventurous and innocent.