the Rot Beneath Feast

Sarah never knew her grandmother. She inherited her house instead. At the end of Crow Lane, behind iron gates swallowed by fog, Blackwood mansion has been waiting. Not patiently, exactly. Hungrily. Its windows watch every car that turns onto the road. Its walls remember every name. And somewhere beneath the floors, in a chamber too large to be possible, something ancient stirs in the dark. When Sarah opens the front door, she begins a chain of events three hundred years in the making. Others will follow - each drawn by promises of answers, of reunion, of closure. Each one marked. Each one needed. Because the hunger is building toward something. A threshold. A doorway. And it only needs a few more offerings before the world on the other side comes through. A novel of body horror, psychological dread, and the terrifying cost of old bargains - for fans of Shirley Jackson, Paul Tremblay, and anyone who has ever felt the pull of a dark and open door.

Pages: 100, Paperback, Independently published