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- Herausgeber: Spiral Publishing, Ltd.
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
Sheriff Larry Crabtree’s quiet Appalachian community hides a dark secret.
From sickly young girls to dying cows, life drains from Larry’s town.
Granny shares wisdom in Larry’s dreams.
Larry must unlearn his common sense and rational ways.
Belief must return if Larry hopes to save innocent lives.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
About Jason
Also by Jason A. Adams
1
Sometimes an old dog’s nose is the only warning we get of the weird critters that seep through the walls of this world.
Larry’s great-granny had taught him that before he could look across her battered old kitchen table without being up on his toes. The old herb woman been full of lessons her granny had brought over from the old country, stories of other times and places, and of the magic that grew right up out of the lush earth. You could feel it in the woods, she said. You could listen and hear the wind and the trees layin’ their plans.
Larry used to love hearing her old voice drawin’ them other worlds down, sitting in one of the dark bentwood rockers while she twisted her cobweb hair up into its screaming bun, the air thick and hot and heavy as an old dowry quilt fresh from the washbucket. The critters, the normal critters, would be a-singin’ the summer to bed as the days got shorter and the temperature still soared.
Granny Pearlie’s old homeplace was a small but sturdy tin-roofed cabin, the foot-thick chestnut logs telling their own story of great forests gone by, and the wraparound porch of splintery pine boards would catch the evening breeze. To Larry, that breeze always sounded like it was commentin’ on the tales, like it knew more than the ignorant dirt scratchers of Dickenson County.
Larry wished she was still around now. He sure could use her advice.
2
Larry Crabtree had been sheriff of Dickenson County for the last ten years. In all that time, he’d no more to deal with than teenage hooliganism, family squabbles, getting drunks off the road—the usual small town stuff. Oh, there was the occasional dead body, whether from a highway wreck or by their own hand, but Holly Creek was a quiet town. Mostly.
This, though. This was getting a mite weird. Abry Stanley’s cows had been getting sick over the last year, withering away or else giving milk that was clabbered and streaked with blood and pus. His youngest, twelve-year-old Cathy, was also feeling puny. Just getting weaker and more pale, day by day. She was really his granddaughter. Her daddy dead in the mines, and her mamma run off doing who knew what, who knew where. Abe had taken in the two little’uns, and did his best by them, but Cathy wasn’t doing well at all.
