![]() ![]() Soon we are into the usual Laymon slashings and flashing blades and beheadings and find ourselves drenched with a faceful of blood spouting from a headless woman’s neck as smirking girls with sabers ready themselves to finish us off, and other enjoyable treats from the Laymon butcher shop. But this is not a good idea, letting Hunter in-not in a Laymon novel. ![]() ![]() On Halloween night, Shannon and Laura, two girls who live in the Witherspoon house at the dead end of a dark street near the graveyard, allow 16-year-old Hunter Gordon into their house when he cries in fear that a whole bunch of people from the graveyard, all clumped together and wearing dark robes, are after him. Laymon’s boundlessly vulgar novels ( Quake, 1995 Come Out Tonight, 1999, etc.) enjoy rape, murder, skinning people alive, making you sick to your stomach for reading such dreck, and always slide in slime toward a big sweet hell of orgasm and pain. ![]()
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