The pot has begun to boil.
In 1691 the town of Crossfall taught the witch Thessaly how to die. They beat her, they shot her, they hung her - but nothing worked. When they finally tried to bury her alive Thessaly set the field against them. The first man died as a gust of wind harrowed the meat from his bones. A root,flung like a dirty javelin, cut a second man down. Many more deaths followed. The Preacher Fell impaled the witch upon her very own broom but she dragged him down into the field to wait for three more centuries.
Three hundred years later Maddy Harker will murder her bullying husband Vic. She will bury him in the field as she buried her abusive father years before that. The very same field where the revenant spirit of Thessaly Cross lies waiting.
In three days Vic will rise again - a thing of dirt, bone and hatred.
Men will call him the Tatterdemon.
And hell - and Thessaly - will follow.
Volume Two of the creepiest scarecrow novel you will ever read.
There is always room for improvement.
Lily Milton stood before three full length mirrors screwed on to the bathroom walls of her trailer. She didn’t like her trailer. She didn’t like the aluminum of it, or the way it refused to rust or change. She didn’t like the way it breathed at night, like a harmonica playing itself.
It was too damn closed in for her liking.
There were windows all around her. It felt like she was living in a damn peep show. She didn’t like that feeling. It was kind of funny, her being bothered by that after all those years of people staring.
You’d think she’d be used to being looked at, the way she used to be.
Three mirrors wide.
She hadn’t used the third mirror for three years now. Her fasting and walking were whittling her down. She left the mirror up to remind her how far she could sink, if she let herself go.
It was one of Lily’s three quiet secrets.
It wasn’t much of a secret, as secrets went. There wasn’t a soul in town didn’t know Lily was once large enough to give Captain Ahab a reason to live for. The fact was, she’d once weighed in at close to six hundred pounds.
A lot of that weight was paint. Nearly eighty percent of her body was covered in tattoos. The Great Wall of China, surrounded by a half dozen samurai and three long dragons, wound from her left shoulder down to the small of her back. Her left arm was given to a gangly Quixote and Sancho Panza charging gamely at three skeletal windmills. Her breasts bore a pair of veiny octopi dragging down a four masted schooner on her left and an aircraft carrier on her right. The other arm carried Adam and Eve uprooted from the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
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