Remember earlier this week when I lamented the fact that Heart Shaped Box wasn’t all I’d hoped it would be? Yeah, I solved that issue. I found a horror story that’ll really mess you up: Cedar in Seattle. It’s not a ghost story, but it sure is horrific in the most delightful possible way.
Some background first. Lisa (the author) and I have been close friends since 2009, when we met at a NaNoWriMo write-in. Lisa was Lincoln’s municipal liaison at the time, and I was a freshman in college, participating in my first NaNoWriMo ever. After exchanging glances across the table when a fellow writer turned out to be pretty — ahem — weird, Lisa and I struck up a friendship that remains solid even now, 11 years later. From paranormal investigations and Tarot readings to belly dancing parties and late nights writing together at Perkins, Lisa and I have gone through quite a bit of life together — which is why I was so appalled at myself when I realized I had never actually read Lisa’s short story, “Cedar in Seattle”, yet.
Now, I knew what “Cedar in Seattle” was about, for the most part. For as long as we’ve known each other, Lisa has always told me, “Honey, revenge is a dish best served published.” I knew that motto had something to do with “Cedar in Seattle”, but boy — I was still in for a wild ride.
Since “Cedar in Seattle” is a short story, I’ll keep this review short, too, so as not to spoil the fun. What you should know, though, is that this story is not for the weak of stomach. Let’s just say it involves an affair, a wood chipper, and a whole lot of nail-biting panic. Kovanda spares no detail. That being said, it is an absolutely thrilling read, and it’ll have you whipping through the pages as fast as you can. Quarantine? What quarantine? You’ll forget about everything else. Trust me.
You’ll only wish it was a full-length novel.
(And the best news? It’s only 99 cents on Amazon. You can get your horror fix, the one I didn’t get with Joe Hill, for less than a dollar. Do it!)