Things are bad for Clay Miller and George Hitchens.
For starters, they’re on the run from a posse out for blood. Then, as they ride through the Utah desert, the two come across the crumpled body of a young boy on the brink of death. The boy can’t speak, but it’s clear he’s frightened of something nearby. When asked what’s got him so scared, the terrified boy writes three letters in the dirt …
DED
By nightfall, Clay and George are tied up in jail. They can’t move. They can’t speak. They can do nothing but listen to the boy, outside, screaming for his life.
Yes, things are bad for Clay and George.
And they’re only going to get worse.
PRAISE FOR DAVID B. SILVA:
“A talented writer of novels and short fiction, who knows where the heart of a story lies, and who deserves a larger audience than he has yet received.†—Dean Koontz
“David B. Silva is one of the great unsung heroes of horror.†—Bentley Little
PRAISE FOR ROBERT SWARTWOOD:
“Robert Swartwood is the next F. Paul Wilson—if F. Paul Wilson’s DNA was spliced with Michael Marshall Smith. If you haven’t yet read Swartwood, you’re missing out.†—Brian Keene