Evil at Lac la Mort

Friends of the Dead, Book 2

De: Nick Adams

Narrado por: Nicholas R. Adams

An historic trader’s cabin has been found in the woods in Northern Ontario and archaeologist Steve Dawson has been asked to investigate. Disturbed by the unpleasantness he and his co-worker Theo experience there, they quickly finish their work and move on, camping at Shekarkistergoan Lake, where they encounter the deeply unsettlingly, vigorous ghost of Charles Janvier, an 18th-century voyageur with a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead.

Charles’ tale of starvation, violence, and cannibalism does nothing to ease Steve and Theo’s minds. This is no ephemeral spirit - he has substance and altogether too much interest in the smell of their food.

Meanwhile, a little girl, separated from her school canoeing party has been lost in the woods for days. With a self-confessed cannibal hunting for her, things are starting to look desperate.

Can Steve and Theo, aided by the ghosts of two of Charles’ victims, find the lost girl before Charles? And just how do you kill a 200-year-old malevolent, flesh-eating ghoul before he goes on another rampage? They have to find a way.

©2021 Nicholas R. Adams (P)2021 Nicholas R. Adams

Janvier Lives Rent-Free in My Nightmares Now

Wait—hold on. Before you dive into this one, don’t make the same mistake I did. Go back and start with the first book in the Friends of the Dead series, The Ghosts of Holleford Lake. Not just for continuity, but because getting to know the main characters in that first story adds a whole other layer of richness to this one—and the contrast between the two books is half the fun.

Holleford gives you a slow-burn, atmospheric kind of haunting, while Lac la Mort hits you with a completely different energy—equally exciting, just in its own, darker, more intense way. Experiencing that shift makes the ride so much better.

Evil at Lac la Mort’s setup alone had me hooked: a long-forgotten trader’s cabin in the Northern Ontario woods, a deeply disturbing encounter that sends two archaeologists packing, and then—because Nick loves us—an 18th-century voyageur ghost with a bullet hole in his forehead and way too much interest in the smell of their food. Mix in starvation, frontier brutality, and a self-confessed cannibal hunting a lost child in the woods, and suddenly you’re turning pages like your life depends on it... maybe it does.

I blew through this book in one sitting. Couldn’t put it down. I’m betting most readers won’t be able to either.

Nick’s narrative prowess is on full display here—tight pacing, sharp dialogue, vivid landscapes, and that signature blend of history, horror, and human warmth. He never disappoints.