What Feasts at Night (Sworn Soldier, #2)

by T. Kingfisher

A poet once wrote that the woods of Gallacia are as deep and dark as God’s sorrow,

And before you say anything about Madeline Usher, she wasn’t a ghost. What happened in that house on the edge of the tarn was unspeakably awful, but there was nothing supernatural about it. Nature creates horrors enough all by itself.