The Tangled Woods (Dark Corners Collection, #5)

by Emily Raboteau

Whoever lay beneath the tarp was clearly dead. Reginald thought, I wish I could trade places with the poor sucker.

They’ve got everything on-site indoors, so there’s no need to leave the lodge. There’s mini golf, a bowling alley, an arcade, an ice-cream shop, a buffet . . . Are you listening?” “Sounds great,” said Reginald. He had cabin fever already.

The officer seemed in no way threatened by him. Was he that lacking in virility?

The walls were painted to look like a forest. The trees created the illusion of depth. He recalled the opening of Dante’s Inferno. “I’m afraid I’m lost.”

Dumb slaves to their smartphones, they traded living in the moment for taking pictures of the moment.

Crouching, he waded into the water, looking for his people, fearing that he didn’t deserve them, and hoping that it wasn’t too late.