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323 pages, Hardcover
First published November 5, 2019
"The Wicker Woods are where old, vengeful things lurk - things much older than time itself. Things you don't want to meet in the dark."
"Walkers cannot trust our own hearts -- our slippy, sloppy bleeding hearts. They are reckless, stupid things. Muscles that beat too fast, that cave inward when they break. Too fragile to be trusted."
I lie.
I lie.
I lie.
Drowned.
Drowned.
Drowned.
Haunt, haunt, haunt.
Walkers cannot trust our own hearts -- our slippy, sloppy bleeding hearts. They are reckless, stupid things. Muscles that beat too fast, that cave inward when they break. Too fragile to be trusted.
"Trees have a long memory," I warn, my voice like gravel. The forest remembers who carved names into their trunks, with little hearts dug into the wood; who dropped a cigarette into a clump of dry leaves and scorched their raw bark. They know who broke a limb and tore off leaves and pine needles by the handful just to start a bonfire.
They remember. And they hold grudges.