The Salt Line

"It is not a relic. A relic is a thing that has finished happening. This has not finished." A chilling, deeply atmospheric cosmic horror novel of dark boundaries, parasitic bonds, and the high price of surviving under the weight of an insatiable hunger. Oakhaven is a town at the end of a road. Route 9 brings you in, the sea closes behind you, and the freezing maritime fog never truly lifts. Sixteen-year-old Evangeline arrives in the basin with her life packed into a duffel bag, her home reduced to ash, and the stubborn reek of a Spokane house fire still melted into the seams of her coat. She has learned that the only way to stay safe is to remain completely invisible. Then, a enigmatic girl in a frayed black coat looks straight through her, and refuses to look away. >At midnight on the wind-scoured cliffs of Cape Sorrow, they cross a line of grey salt, strike a shard of green sea glass into their palms, and let their blood fall onto the stones. Something beneath the continental shelf sits up and takes notice. The first retribution against their enemies is swift, bloodless, and intoxicatingly warm. Inside the line, the shared psychic tether feels like being held from the inside, a synthetic anesthesia Evangeline has been starved for all her life. But as the town begins to curdle and the lines between their individual minds dissolve into a thick, briny static, Evangeline uncovers the true arithmetic of the text: The manuscript is not a weapon for them to use. It is a siphon. And the entity riding behind Jules's ink-black eyes isn't offering a rescue, it is looking for a vessel to hollow out until the house belongs entirely to the tenant. Rich with visceral dread, suffocating suspense, and a dark, obsessive romance, The Salt Line is a masterfully written gothic exploration of the walls we build against the dark, and what happens when the cage becomes the only home we have left. Scroll up and click "Buy Now" to cross the boundary today.