In the Pines

Silas Crane believes in the magic of black coffee on a muggy morning, the prophecies of crows, and the monster under their bed. Red flannel and graveyard dirt, the lock of a dead boy's hair and an unspent silver bullet.Uncle Micah's glasses.A flask of war water and a vial of Ma's perfume.The footprints of an enemy, sprinkled with Hotfoot and whispered over at dawn.Simple magics are always the best, and Silas knows it.The thing that's not a deer on the edge of town at night,The headless switchman who stops traffic,The rattle of bones when you sleep wrong way 'round,The shadow man under Silas' bed, whispering to them in the dark about Danny, missing and dead near ten years now…Those take a harder sort of work than they're used to.Especially when Silas finds themself drawn into Fetch's world, following his whispering voice in the dark into the strange magics that create creatures like the shadow man under Silas' bed.Fetch is the first book in the In the Pines series. It is MX between a human and a shadow man from under their bed.Silas Crane believes in the magic of black coffee on a muggy morning, the prophecies of crows, and the monster under their bed. Red flannel and graveyard dirt, the lock of a dead boy's hair and an unspent silver bullet.Uncle Micah's glasses.A flask of war water and a vial of Ma's perfume.The footprints of an enemy, sprinkled with Hotfoot and whispered over at dawn.Simple magics are always the best, and Silas knows it.The thing that's not a deer on the edge of town at night,The headless switchman who stops traffic,The rattle of bones when you sleep wrong way 'round,The shadow man under Silas' bed, whispering to them in the dark about Danny, missing and dead near ten years now…Those take a harder sort of work than they're used to.Especially when Silas finds themself drawn into Fetch's world, following his whispering voice in the dark into the strange magics that create creatures like the shadow man under Silas' bed.

Red pepper in a foot track. A safety pin in the sugar bowl. Vinegar and a rusty nail and your enemy's name in a bottle. Sometimes the simple magics are the best. But sometimes... sometimes it's a crow's whisper at dawn. Blood dripped into the soil, feeding the mountain. Marrow and dirt and breath and words older than rocks. The old blue house isn't where it all began for Silas, but it's where everything started to pick up speed, racing back up the mountain to the old bones and dirt that held it all together. Going back to the place where Jack stole Danny, where Eli crept in and made Silas an offer both improbable and tempting, was the only way to pull the evil out of the holler by the root. But Silas can't do it alone... A powerful worker, someone who knows the dark secrets of the stone and root, is the only one who can help. And this time, it's not Eli. When Meredith was in elementary school, they discovered two things: they hated sportsball and they love writing. Thanks to a teacher who decided the ideal punishment for refusing to play sportsball during the hot Texas afternoon was to make Meredith write, they discovered a lifelong love.Meredith lives way too far out west with their kid, partner, and cats who have never forgotten they were once worshipped as gods. They can be found online at:www.facebook.com/meredithspillowfortorwww.meredithspies-author.com