Publisher's Synopsis
A rust-stained moon hovers over neat lawns and mailboxes, unaware that a labyrinth of burrows is chewing its way toward the surface. Down in that black warren, pale shapes gather-a parliament of fur and fang waiting for the first scream to echo. The night they rise, innocence dies squealing. The suburb will never smell like cut grass again-only copper and fear.
I grew up in a town where nothing happened-so I imagined something that would make the sidewalks bleed. "Evil Bunnies" is my love letter to late-night creature features and the quiet panic of suburbia. If you ever mocked a horror movie because "it's just a rabbit," this book is my revenge.
Check your floorboards before you turn the page. If you hear scratching, read faster.
