THE ANGEL OF INDIAN LAKE

The ultimate final girl reaches the bloody end of her frayed, traumatized rope.

How readers absorb this last volume of Jones’ hyperviolent, gory ode to horror flicks probably depends largely on their appetite for the genre itself. What’s on offer here is a lot, not only in terms of blood ’n’ guts but also a fat stack of backstory and a dizzying cast. Jade Daniels, the reluctant but relentless heroine of the trilogy, has returned to Proofrock, Idaho, after her second prison stint for the events chronicled in My Heart Is a Chainsaw (2021) and Don’t Fear the Reaper (2022). Her wealthy best friend, Letha Mondragon-Tompkins, has gotten her a job teaching high school history, but all the meds and therapy available aren’t really cutting it. Before long, tiny threads—a real estate project at the site of the previous massacre at “Camp Blood,” a pair of missing teenagers, and a raging forest fire started by a grieving game warden—have exploded into an infernal nightmare. The writing is still boxing-match ferocious and precise, but while every word is carefully chosen, they’re not all in service of explaining what’s really happening. The plotlines are often steeped in urban legend, which are gleefully punctuated by Jade’s rat-a-tat-tat horror movie references à la Ready Player One. That’s catnip for horror fans, and the images Jones conjures would give some of the movies a run for their money. Whether it’s Jade’s rapist father back from the dead, a murderous child mutilating the townsfolk, a pack of rampaging bears tearing through the flames, or the titular ghost making the rounds at the local lake, it’s real peek-between-your-fingers stuff—when you can work out what exactly happened.

A characteristically violent denouement for a girl given hell by just about everybody.