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First published July 31, 2017
The town of Bulwark is going crazy and Sheriff Clay Finnes is at the center.![]()
"Who told you about Linden Lane?" Her voice quivered a bit. "You don't need to go to Linden Lane. Forget you ever heard about it."
Something was wrong, Clay wasn't sure what, but a feeling of unease enveloped him until his body fairly vibrated with it.And despite living in the town for practically forever, Clay is realizing that there's actually a lot that he doesn't know about it.
"Not many people travel the back roads around here."And the more he investigates, the weirder things get.
She was just an old woman, one part of his brain assured him. The other half told him to get the hell out of there.Soon he will have to decide whether it's more important to solve this mystery...or stay alive.
The wind picked up, scattering leaves and other debris around the abandoned building. A gate swung, the screeching metal electrifyingly loud in the silence.My enthusiasm, however, started to stall simply because the fantastical takes a turn toward the farcical in the last half of the book, at least for me.
Clay shook his head as if to clear it. He swayed dizzily. Jacob grabbed the ax, and when he raised it to strike the witch, Clay held out his arms. “It’s my wife!” Clay took the ax and threw it at the wall. It thudded into the plaster.It’s rather silly that the sheriff would suddenly believe that the demon actually became his wife! The implausibility of this deepens because Sheriff Clay Finnes, the narrator, even identifies his wife’s look-alike as the witch in the passage above.

The soil always startled him with the intensity of its color. It was as if it held the inhabitants’ lifeblood, collected from its violent past. Bulwark had seen its share of drama over the years; it had been the site of a major Civil War battle.
The Bavmordas were different. Wicked.