Demon Shadows

November 18, Tuesday. The snow was too deep, we couldn't make it through the pass. God knows if we will ever be able to cross these Sierra Mountains.

January 2, Friday. Ado died. Ate our children's dog as there is nothing else. George Stillwell said we should think about eating the flesh of our dead. God in heaven help if this is our only hope.

January 4, Sunday. Jordy Pry said he saw a figure through the trees in the direction of the pass. Maybe our salvation is near.

DEMON SHADOWS

The broschure for the Thorburn colony promised a quiet artists' retreat where Paul Fleming could write, unhampered by the influence of the outside world. A stubborn case of writer's block and an unhappy divorce had made these last months hell. But Paul didn't know what hell was... Until he felt a stinging cold that wasn't the wind rise in tormented cries as something dark and tinged with desperation beckoned to him. Until he found John Thorburn's diary and discovered the anguish of his band of pioneers. For hell was the ordeal of the Thorburn party – and hell is the timeless horror that lies ravenous, waiting for Paul and his fellow artists, anxious to collect on an old debt... in flesh and blood.