Witch Axe 2: Blood, Sage and Bone is a gut-punch of a thriller that'll make you laugh, cringe, and check your damn locks. Kir and Bear are back, a legless necromancer and her one-nut sidekick, slinging sick burns and cruder-than-hell jabs "Your lone soldier's jealous of a foot perv, Uni-Ball " while wading through a blood-soaked mystery that'd make your grandma puke her dentures out. Atlanta's got a new freak, Carl Hill, a bleach-stinking janitor with a hard-on for shooting feet full of holes, peeling skin like it's wrapping paper, and humping the mess before the feds can blink. He's a walking nightmare, giggling over bullet-riddled soles, planting DNA like a psycho Easter Bunny, and now he's got Kir's dragonfly sock pinned to his wall like a love letter from hell. The killings are gruesome feet turned to bloody Swiss cheese, throats slit with a box cutter's kiss, corpses posed in alleys and confession booths, all while Carl's cocky a*s thinks he's untouchable. But Kir's talking to the dead, sage smoke curling as ghosts rasp clues, and Bear's swinging his axe with a grin, both of 'em bantering like it's open mic night at the gore factory "Chopped your legs off, Glowstick, sobbed less than your Kreatles wailing 'Ob-La-Di' " It's a sick contrast, their loyalty a rusty chain holding tight through the carnage, dragging you from Atlanta's underbelly to a cursed lake where headless witches play puppet with Kir's severed legs. This ain't just a hunt it's a horrifying, hilarious shitshow of hexes, guts, and a bond that'd rather bleed than break. Buckle up, freaks this ride's got teeth.
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