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Supernatural - Fresh Meat by Alice Henderson

I'm going to start off by saying that I am a huge Supernatural fan. I've loved it since the first episode and I am a little bit besotted with Dean played by the gorgeous Jensen Ackles. 

For those of you that are new to Supernatural, it is about two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester who lost their mother when they were little under supernatural circumstances. As children their father raises them to be hunters and they continue their father’s mission as adults seeking out and destroying paranormal evil entities around America in Dean’s rather sexy ’67 Chevy Impala. 

So anyway, in Fresh Meat, something is killing and eating people in the Tahoe National Forest. Sam, Dean and veteran hunter Bobby are soon on the case but the appearance of walking corpses with extra organs and a monstrous flying creature pose a bigger threat than they expected. With the sly creature able to take human form, and then the occurrence of a blizzard descending upon the area, the hunters must use all their skills and wits to not only defeat the monster, but survive the brutal elements as well. 

This novel has all the rudiments of the TV series; the characters sounds authentic and the way the action progresses are all true to the screenplay. As on the show, the brothers always do their research on the entity they are facing which often includes bits of history and creature mythology which is always interesting to read about. There are also the bloody fights when the Winchester brothers get down to business.  However, even if you are a Supernatural virgin, there is still an exciting storyline and just the right amount of background to get you hooked. I really enjoyed this book almost as much as the TV series (although not much compares to actually watching Jensen Ackles on screen!) and I would happily read more Supernatural fiction. 

Supernatural – Fresh Meat, by Alice Henderson.
22nd February 2013, £6.99, Titan Books.  


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