Every building, every tree, every piece that takes up space on this earth leaves a residue. An imprint. James Jeni found that out when he moved his family into the home on Creekside. It’s a beautiful place with all the room a young family could ask for. But when he begins renovations, James discovers a diary that warns of the house’s dark secret and of the family who disappeared within. Father Abraham Ferraro is no stranger to dark secrets. He’s been battling the undead longer than most of us have been alive. When his protégé Professor Jonathan Landers brings him news on a string of murders, Abraham’s worst fears are confirmed. Maybe he’ll get lucky and the killer won’t be the creature he dreads most. Maybe today won’t turn out to be his worst ever. Today is the best day of Allison Jane’s life. Sure she has to work for one of the most terrifying women in the city, but after getting a raise and a promotion, what’s not to be thankful for? Of course, if she knew she was going to die before the clock strikes twelve, well, Allison might be a little less celebratory. Francis didn’t mean to kill her. He doesn’t even know what he is, only that when the moon is full, like it is tonight, he changes. Set over the course of a single day, a series of six stories bring together the miraculous and the mundane. Some people will wake up. Have breakfast. Kiss their loved ones good bye. And others, like James and Allison, must meet the incredible with unflinching eyes lest they be swallowed by it.
Drawn to a box by supernatural forces, a man learns the terrible secret of his family.
In Sand, In Trees
Synopsis
The Boy walks the desert with a painted face.
At night He hides from the wraiths of the Dune Fen, and when the sun is red, He moves with the Sand-Mers and their glittering tails. Had the Bandits of the Oasis known what He carries, they would have stolen it for themselves. But still He reaches the ruins. Still He climbs the staircase into the mountain where the Oracle waits sleeps, her skin formless and ink-black.
The Boy walks the woods with a painted face.
At night He follows the wisps to Father Oak, and when the sun is pale, He chases a bird into the wooded heart. Were it not for the Wardens, the spiders would have murdered Him, and they know what He carries. But still He reaches the Hive. Still He threads the forest to the table where the Dryads dine, their bark-teeth sharp and slick with moss.
The Boy walks the city with a painted face.
At night He winds the streets of iron and obsidian and steel, and at Night he passes the Priests. Had they known what He carries, no change would have come – such things are common here. But still he reaches the Library. Still He opens the copper door into the volumes where the Curator waits for Him, her smile kind and aged in leather.
The Boy walks home with a painted face, the ritual done.
In Sand, In Trees is a 12,800 word Young Adult Verse Novel.
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