Author's Note

A quick note about The Hills Have Thighs and what I'm trying to accomplish with it. At its core, this story is my love letter to all four The Hills Have Eyes films. Rather than adapting any single movie, I'm essentially taking the characters, locations, ideas, and horrors from across the entire franchise and throwing them into one nightmare.

Then I'm doing something that would be a terrible idea for anyone with a sense of self-preservation, forcing Jezebel James to face all of it alone. This is not a mystery story. It is not an investigation or a monster hunt. It is not a lighthearted supernatural adventure. This is a brutal exploitation and revenge story.

Bells is going to be put through the wringer. She will suffer. She is going to be frightened, violated, humiliated, and pushed further than she has ever been pushed before. The mutants of the hills are predators, and they represent a society built entirely on cruelty, violence, and the violation of the innocent.

But stories like this are not ultimately about suffering. They're about survival. They're about refusing to break. They're about taking everything the monsters can dish out and standing back up anyway. By the time this story reaches its conclusion, I want Bells to emerge from the cocoon of that trauma transformed into something stronger, harder, and far more dangerous than the Hill People.

This is a story about righteous retribution, about protecting innocent people who cannot protect themselves, and about making monsters finally answer for what they've done. That said, this story is absolutely not for the faint of heart.

If you're familiar with the source material, you already know the territory we're entering. The violence is ugly. The themes are ugly. The villains are ugly. This is grindhouse horror with very few guardrails.

As always, thank you for reading, commenting, and following these strange little journeys. None of this would be nearly as much fun without you.

— Savannah Harrow