Canon Excerpt
If you crave it, eat it. Trust your instincts.
This person obviously knew me and knew where I lived, but it wasn't the stalker aspect of it that had me freaked out right now.
It was that they had to know what I'd been craving.
"Freak" is right.
No, that was insane. How the hell could anyone know that I'd been fighting the urge to chow down on ... brains?
Yet what else could the letter possibly be referring to? Usually if I craved something, I ate it. Simple. I didn't need anyone else to tell me it was okay and that I should go for it.
But I'd been craving brains. The smell was like chocolate and cookies and biscuits and gravy and everything else that was delicious. It damn near drove me crazy every time I had to touch one. I'd been fighting the cravings the way I'd never fought the urge to take drugs or get drunk.
No. It didn't make sense. It had to be referring to something else. A dull anger began to form in my gut. Why the hell couldn't Anonymous Letter Guy simply tell me what the hell was going on?
(Back-cover teaser quote from "My Life as a White Trash Zombie," by Diana Rowland)