Resting outside of Murkwood, Texas, was the Foxkey estate. Once filled with the laughter of nieces and nephews, aunties, and uncles, it now had only one resident, Sirus Foxkey. The manor had been empty for years, but never had he felt more alone than he was now. Sitting there, on the veranda with a letter in his hand. A letter from someone he had not seen in twenty-something years, his daughter, Vera.

She wanted to come home, but home to what? Murkwood was not as it had been. The pines and the green that she remembered were gone, replaced by little more than dust and grey. Murkwood was dead, taken by the blight itself, and there was nothing a man in a wheeled chair could do about it. God knows, he had tried.

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Tangerine Clement had found it, that niggling whisper at the edge of perception, and it stared right back at her. Its large eyes were so green that they swallowed up the very world around them. Then it smiled and smiled, and smiled, showing silver teeth, stained rusted red, more teeth than anything on this earth had any right to have.

Molly and Wade Clement search for their wayward daughter, following small footsteps into the wild woods. A place Tangy knew she was never to go, not alone, not with her mama either.

Trigger Warning for: character death, blood, gore, descriptions of violence

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Drawn by the whispers at the edge of her hearing, Tangerine Clement is lured from the safety of her family’s gated homestead, past the last vestiges of humanity and into the pines. Over wiggling vine and under leafy bough, into the place where the rolly bugs crawl, and the world is alight with something other.

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