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How Far Would You Go to Find a Lost Loved One?
Ten years ago, a man and his girlfriend went into the woods at the end of Claver Road on what was supposed to be a weekend's camping trip, and never returned. Police combed the area, but nothing was found except for his car, abandoned where they'd parked it. It seemed like Brad Ellicott and Cara Marshall had been swallowed by the silent, brooding forest, leaving not a trace of what had happened or where they went.
His identical twin brother, left to mourn his loss, has spent the last decade unable to let go of his grief, to accept that Brad and Cara are gone forever. Based on sinister hints from a few of the older residents of Guildford, New York, the closest village to the woods, he discovers that there might be more to the story than the disappearance of a couple of hikers. The woods has had an evil reputation for well over a century, and his brother and his girlfriend are not the first people to defy the warnings and brave the shadows under the trees-nor the first to vanish there.
Becoming obsessed with discovering what happened to his brother, he delves deeper and deeper into the mystery that lies beyond the end of Claver Road, and he uncovers a terrifying truth that challenges everything he believes. Is the knowledge worth the cost? And will he get the answers he needs before the forest claims him as its next victim?
Publisher: Motina Books
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Genres:
Tropes: Hunted, Reluctant Hero, Waiting/Sleeping Evil
Word Count: 70,028
Setting: small village in upstate New York, U.S.A.
Languages Available: English
Tropes: Hunted, Reluctant Hero, Waiting/Sleeping Evil
Word Count: 70,028
Setting: small village in upstate New York, U.S.A.
Languages Available: English
Claver Road doesn't end. It withers away. First from potholed asphalt to dirt, then to a pair of parallel wheel-ruts, finally fading into a tangle of blackberry, osier, and scrub willow. If you tried following it any farther, you'd soon find yourself lost in the deep forest. There, the only paths are deer trails, and those are few in number. Even the animals shun those woods. The whole place is sunk in silence, stillness, and shadow, where a whisper sounds like a shout, and most humans foolish enough to go that far make sure to leave before nightfall.
READ MOREWhere the deep forest starts is only fifteen miles from the nearest town, the quaint, picture-postcard village of Guildford, New York, but most of Guildford’s residents either don’t know about the place’s reputation or else pretend not to. It shows up on maps as a blank spot, crossed by no roads, inhabited by no one. The eighty-thousand acre tract of woods is nominally owned by New York State, but they don’t manage it, lease it for hunting or grazing, or even post signs at the boundaries. It’s not off limits to hikers and skiers, but the tacit message is clear.
Enter here, and you’re on your own
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