No sir, I never much did trust the month of August. Real quiet-like summer goes to sleep, and the cold of autumn wakes up. Summer and spring, they got flowers, but old autumn, it's nothin' but cold ground and hard stone. Autumn holds the secrets of the winter that’s comin’. It’s the time when things start to die.
At the stroke of midnight,
By fire's burn and ashes bright,
The hawthorn grows with berries red,
To drink and dance for joy or dread,
So the crow flies and the owl shall sing,
As to what the coming day will bring.
Here by the crossroads shall then be found,
The Huntsman, his call, and, too, his hounds.
Sometimes the lost man, well, he ain't got no lantern, and he ain't got no light. He wanders in the desert of his heart. And then he comes to a crossroads. You cain't go both ways. No, sir, you got to choose. And then... well, then you gotta walk that road, and heaven help you.
For countless centuries monsters, men, and things in between have fought hidden battles over the fate of magic. Now their skirmishes threaten to explode into open war, with the entire world held in the balance.
Dylan Caid, a troubled misfit, finds himself thrust into the center of this ancient conflict. With both sides urging him to join with them and threatening death or worse should he not, Dylan must learn the history of the conflict while coming to terms with his own personal demons.
N.R. Allen grew up in Dooms, VA, and currently lives in Blacksburg, VA, with her husband, family, and menagerie of animals. She has an interest in legends about monsters and ghosts, especially in and around her native Shenandoah Valley.
She has written and published several poems, short stories, flash fiction, and her novel "Blood of the Revenant."
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