Whispers

A tale inspired by H.P. Lovecraft's The Whisperer in Darkness ... Hurricane Irene tore through the dark, wood-choked Vermont hills. In its passing, the rivers bled thick with fallen trees, wildlife carcasses, and, if you looked closely, stranger things. Sarah Sorrell made the mistake of looking very closely indeed. Even so, it all might still have been all right-if she hadn't felt the need to dig further. One afternoon in late fall, she finds a girl out in the driving rain, running from brutality. The wise choice is to leave the girl to chance. But Sarah knows the secrets that the forests hide, and why so many hitch-hikers vanish around here. She decides to give the girl a lift. As the two of them drive off into the storm, they have no idea of the journey they're starting out on... A chilling novel of the deep Vermont night, Whispers draws on the rich traditions of H. P. Lovecraft to weave the darkest of spells. ***** "Another winner from Kristin Dearborn, Whispers is full of monsters and mayhem, madness and paranoia, but also boldly realized characters who live and breathe and feel like flesh-and blood. Highly recommended . . . now bring on Dearborn's next one " --James Newman, author of Odd Man Out, Animosity, Ugly as Sin "Dripping with dread, charged with suspicion and betrayal, terrifying in its otherworldly loss of human agency and control- Whispers ranks among horror maven Dearborn's best and most unsettling works to date. It's always cause for celebration when Kristin Dearborn unleashes a fresh nightmare and this is no exception." --Ed Kurtz, author of The Rib From Which I remake The World, Nausea

A tale inspired by H.P. Lovecraft's The Whisperer in Darkness ... Hurricane Irene tore through the dark, wood-choked Vermont hills. In its passing, the rivers bled thick with fallen trees, wildlife carcasses, and, if you looked closely, stranger things. Sarah Sorrell made the mistake of looking very closely indeed. Even so, it all might still have been all right-if she hadn't felt the need to dig further. One afternoon in late fall, she finds a girl out in the driving rain, running from brutality. The wise choice is to leave the girl to chance. But Sarah knows the secrets that the forests hide, and why so many hitch-hikers vanish around here. She decides to give the girl a lift. As the two of them drive off into the storm, they have no idea of the journey they're starting out on... A chilling novel of the deep Vermont night, Whispers draws on the rich traditions of H. P. Lovecraft to weave the darkest of spells. ***** "Another winner from Kristin Dearborn, Whispers is full of monsters and mayhem, madness and paranoia, but also boldly realized characters who live and breathe and feel like flesh-and blood. Highly recommended . . . now bring on Dearborn's next one " --James Newman, author of Odd Man Out, Animosity, Ugly as Sin "Dripping with dread, charged with suspicion and betrayal, terrifying in its otherworldly loss of human agency and control- Whispers ranks among horror maven Dearborn's best and most unsettling works to date. It's always cause for celebration when Kristin Dearborn unleashes a fresh nightmare and this is no exception." --Ed Kurtz, author of The Rib From Which I remake The World, Nausea

A beautiful woman scarred by a hateful past. A compassionate cop haunted by a childhood blighted by poverty. Violence brought them together. An unspeakable abomination may tear them apart. Bruno Frye nightly succumbs to the malicious lullaby of the whispers. Losing himself in the nightdreams of their rustling cries, he is deafened by whispers more piercing than any scream. In the dark recesses of his mind no act is too violent, no deed too shocking . . .

A beautiful woman scarred by a hateful past. A compassionate cop haunted by a childhood blighted by poverty. Violence brought them together. An unspeakable abomination may tear them apart. Bruno Frye nightly succumbs to the malicious lullaby of the whispers. Losing himself in the nightdreams of their rustling cries, he is deafened by whispers more piercing than any scream. In the dark recesses of his mind no act is too violent, no deed too shocking . . .