A bloated deer lay on the grassy verge, its flesh ripped open to expose bone, and unidentifiable chunks of roadkill littered the painted lines dividing the lanes. To his right, a barn—roofless and caving in on itself—struggled to rise out of the undergrowth only to be tugged back by wild vines. To his left, a regiment of transmission towers flattened everything in their path as they marched over the horizon like metal warriors.
THE IN-BETWEEN HOUR is a novel of place, and the N.C. forest is almost a character. Will, Hannah, and Jacob relate to it in very different ways, and as Will heads toward it on the Interstate, he's seeing one thing: danger.
