By Brian Keene
Brinkley Springs is a quiet little city. a few say the city is demise. they do not know how correct they are...
Five mysterious figures are approximately to pay a trip to Brinkley Springs. they've got existed for hundreds of years, rising from the shadows basically to wreck. To kill. To feed. they create terror and carnage, and depart blood and loss of life of their wake. the single person who can hinder their rampage is ex-Amish magus (and fan favourite personality) Levi Stoltzfus. because the evening wears on, Brinkley Springs might be quiet now not. Screams will holiday the silence.
But while the sunlight rises back, will there be somebody left alive to listen to?
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Or maybe a tree limb fell down on one of the lines. ” “Not while the electricity is off. ” Bobby frowned. ” “Well, I’ve been meaning to fix that. Maybe this is a good time to start. Now finish eating. ” Bobby used his fork to move his meatloaf and peas around on his plate while Jean reached for the phone. Normally, she was resentful of the old rotary unit. She longed to have a cell phone, but simply couldn’t afford it—not on welfare and WIC. Nor could she afford one of those digital electronic units she’d seen at Wal-Mart.
The Sullivans’ screen door banged open. Jean poked her head out. “Axel,” she called. ” “I believe it may be out all over, Jean. Looks like Esther’s is out, too. ” “Well, that’s a relief. ” Shaking her head, she went back inside. Axel strained his ears and heard her soothing Bobby. Then he went back to counting. Four . . five . . six . . come on, damn it. Peep! Up the street, the Marshalls’ mangy old beagle began to howl. The sudden noise startled Axel, and he jumped in his chair. The dog howled again.
Esther frowned. ” She moved around the room, lighting a series of votive and decorative candles that were scattered among the knickknacks on various shelves and end tables. Soon the sitting room was filled with a soft glow and the competing scents of honeysuckle, strawberry, cinnamon, vanilla and peppermint. Sighing, Esther took her seat, and after an experimental sip, pronounced her tea too hot to drink. ” Myrtle asked. ” “I couldn’t get through. ” Myrtle asked. Esther shook her head. “No, I’m sure he’s fine.
A Gathering of Crows by Brian Keene