IT WASN'T ME.

Look, I don't care what Kendare Blake said... unless she's blurbing me, in which case I DO. But who I murder and what I do with my arrows is my business. It's hunting season in Georgia, and there's absolutely no reason I can't go out into the beautiful forest and kill stuff. Within the legal limits!

And I mean deer, of course. Last I checked, the YA Scream Queens aren't on the menu.

Of course, I recently read TEN by Gretchen McNeil, which is all about a serial killer taking down partying teens one by one on a remote island. Which means Gretchen has experience in killing groups of people. I would definitely head over to her blog and see if she's been to any islands lately.

As for me and this and us, do you really want to keep questioning me? My compound bow is pretty heavy, and I'm getting rather grouchy, and curiosity killed the cat.

Oh, you're still curious? Fine. You should totally read this book for some YA Southern Gothic Horror. No cats or demon Basset hounds were killed in Servants of the Storm. 

Oh, you're still curious? Fine. You should totally read this book for some YA Southern Gothic Horror.

No cats or demon Basset hounds were killed in Servants of the Storm.