The Deer Man of Dairy Hollow - Paperback

by F. K. Sterling (Author)

It does not chase you. It has never once had to.

It waits at the tree line - antlered, patient, wearing whatever grief is closest at hand - and it calls your name in a voice you cannot help but answer. Your mother's voice. Your daughter's. The voice of someone you buried years ago, sounding exactly as it did the last time you heard it, asking you to come see what it found.

Rainey Calloway doesn't believe in any of that. Not until her estranged grandfather dies and leaves her a house at the edge of the Ozarks, forty acres she never knew her family owned, and a storage unit full of case files the Carroll County Sheriff's Department has spent a hundred and forty years quietly closing and re-closing. Missing children. Hunters who walk out of the timber forty pounds lighter, changed, and never speak of where they've been. A church that burned to the ground the night after its preacher looked past the pulpit and said, in front of forty witnesses, he's come to collect.

Every eighteen months, like clockwork, the hollow pays. And every eighteen months, the whole town agrees, without ever once saying so aloud, to call it something else - a runaway, a hunting accident, foul play not suspected.

Rainey's own grandmother tried to end it thirty years ago and never came home. Now there's a sixteen-year-old boy missing on schedule, a debt struck in desperation over a century ago still coming due, and a dead woman's handwritten book of Ozark folk magic that says the only way to settle it is to walk up to that tree line yourself, at the one hour it's ever been weak, and offer freely what it has spent three centuries taking by force.

THE DEER-MAN OF DAIRY HOLLOW is graphic, gothic, blood-and-bone Southern horror - the visceral dread of Clive Barker, the slow suffocating terror of Poe, and a deer-skulled nightmare that is patient enough to wait for you, specifically, to stop being afraid of the dark.

Some debts skip a generation. This one never has.