Hallowed Ground by Steve Savile and David Niall Wilson

hallowed Ground

She died,” Chessie said. “She died, rose, and nearly died again. She comes. The crows know her – the crows guide her. She follows the sound of a crying child. She follows the drag of un-kept promises on her heart.” – Chessie – Hallowed Ground

“They came in the night with their creak-wheeled wagons and patchwork tents, rolling down through the gulch and up the other side to pitch camp. In Rookwood, they called it ‘Dead man’s Gulch,’ and in Rookwood, names were important. If you walked too far through that God-forsaken, dust-drowned ditch, you were bound to drag your boots through bones. If you felt something sharp dig into your heel, it could be a tooth taking a last bite of something hot and living.”

A well written but strange book . It dragged in places and in other parts i couldn’t stop reading curious to find out what would happen.

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