Whispers in the Woods

The forest around you is peaceful at first, the soft sound of leaves rustling in the breeze and the occasional bird call lulling you into a sense of calm. Dappled sunlight filters through the canopy above, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the moss covered ground where you’ve set up your short rest. The air smells of damp earth and pine. But then, faint whispers drift on the breeze. At first, they seem like nothing more than the wind slipping through the branches, but soon you realize the sounds are words, indistinct, elusive, as though carried from a distant place. They seem to swirl around you, never quite clear enough to understand, but growing louder with each passing moment.

- from the publisher's blurb