Daddy's

You ever fed yourself something bad? Like a candied rattlesnake, or a couple fingers of antifreeze? Nope? You seen what it done to other people? Like while they're flopping around on the floor you're thinking about how they're fighting to live. Like while they're dying they never looked so alive? That's what Daddy's is like. In this collection of toxic southern gothics, packaged as a bait box of temptation, Lindsay Hunter offers an exploration not of the human heart but of the spine; mixing sex, violence and love into a harrowing, head-spinning read that'll push you a little further toward flopping.