What makes family? Blood, bond, or disturbance in generational trauma? This story by the fantastic Ania Ahlborn contains elements of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, southern gothic, and distorted minds. But it‘s not a gore-fest. Michael internally struggles against his ‘family‘; his ‘brother‘ Reb focuses on twisted vengeance. I thought this was an excellent book. It asks: how much blood it takes to break a ‘family‘? A person? A mind?