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.
Jake Bannerman made his violent entrance into the world as an author, when he released his first book, "The Pitchfork Diaries Vol. 1"
in Fall of 2011. Proudly breaking boundaries with his middle finger held high in the air for the world to see, Bannerman returns with the first book in his new "Family of Dog" series: THE HARVEST.
The Harvest, once again questions the very thing that people hold most dear to their hearts; religion. Bannerman's writing, will not only tear open wounds you never thought possible, he will take pleasure in digging his fingers down deep into your gaping sores just to watch you squirm. With no apology, Bannerman continues to leave the literary world with its jaw firmly planted on the ground, while laughing, he kicks dirt in its eyes.
If you are looking for an author who plays it safe, you might as well put Bannerman on your banned book list. Bannerman is the
equivalent of an author/rock/porn star that enjoys nothing more than saying the things that everybody else is afraid to say. With no qualms in telling you he is damn good, Bannerman's books back him up by ranging from extreme horror to mind numbingly skillful
situations, his books bring raising hell to a whole new level.