Downloading The Cartographer (Camp Kindred 2)
The Cartographer
A pissed off man in a wolf mask bit a chunk out of my neck.
And I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him.
I’m Polaris Thorn and I was expelled from Camp Kindred and sent to my death because I refused to join the slasher class of 1987 when they took out the final girl. Turns out, being an openly gay former latchkey kid who was raised by one of the first female slasher killers made me hard to kill.
That was three years ago. I’ve survived in the Pawnlands, a guarded enclosure for Kindred’s rejects, thanks to a generous supply of chewing gum and a wolf-faced stalker turned secret crush. My determination to map the Pawnlands led me to Bunny Benton, my best friend, and eventually on a quest to save Ignacious Bern, the son of Kindred’s most infamous slasher killer and the best chance we have at breaking free of our personal horror franchise.
But that quest is done, I’m alone again, and my wolfman is nowhere to be found.
I can return to my cabin in the woods, paint my murals, and continue to survive in the shadows. Or I can follow a new map to a cute guy with an adorable scowl and a lip ring that I kind of want to taste. The Pawn
A beautiful mohawked man with a big heart risked his life to save Reggie Bern’s son.
And I hate my brother for forcing him to do it.
It’s been five years since I’ve spoken to Bunny, five years since our adopted father dropped us off at Camp Kindred to turn us into slasher killers. I ran away as soon as I got the chance. I crawled under a fence and found pacifists like me on the other side- pawns. They taught me how to defend instead of attack. They showed me how to thrive in a place that wanted us dead.
Then Polaris walked into our valley bouncing on his toes and covered in paint stains of every color. I’d never met anyone so fascinating, and I couldn’t look away. We spent a year under a tree- talking, laughing, drawing- before he kissed me and left me to help my estranged brother.
Now there are chainsaw-wielding clowns heading for our pawn colony and all I can think about is protecting my rainbow man because his green hair color no longer matches the trees.
A pissed off man in a wolf mask bit a chunk out of my neck.
And I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him.
I’m Polaris Thorn and I was expelled from Camp Kindred and sent to my death because I refused to join the slasher class of 1987 when they took out the final girl. Turns out, being an openly gay former latchkey kid who was raised by one of the first female slasher killers made me hard to kill.
That was three years ago. I’ve survived in the Pawnlands, a guarded enclosure for Kindred’s rejects, thanks to a generous supply of chewing gum and a wolf-faced stalker turned secret crush. My determination to map the Pawnlands led me to Bunny Benton, my best friend, and eventually on a quest to save Ignacious Bern, the son of Kindred’s most infamous slasher killer and the best chance we have at breaking free of our personal horror franchise.
But that quest is done, I’m alone again, and my wolfman is nowhere to be found.
I can return to my cabin in the woods, paint my murals, and continue to survive in the shadows. Or I can follow a new map to a cute guy with an adorable scowl and a lip ring that I kind of want to taste. The Pawn
A beautiful mohawked man with a big heart risked his life to save Reggie Bern’s son.
And I hate my brother for forcing him to do it.
It’s been five years since I’ve spoken to Bunny, five years since our adopted father dropped us off at Camp Kindred to turn us into slasher killers. I ran away as soon as I got the chance. I crawled under a fence and found pacifists like me on the other side- pawns. They taught me how to defend instead of attack. They showed me how to thrive in a place that wanted us dead.
Then Polaris walked into our valley bouncing on his toes and covered in paint stains of every color. I’d never met anyone so fascinating, and I couldn’t look away. We spent a year under a tree- talking, laughing, drawing- before he kissed me and left me to help my estranged brother.
Now there are chainsaw-wielding clowns heading for our pawn colony and all I can think about is protecting my rainbow man because his green hair color no longer matches the trees.