~Andra Watkins, bestselling author of Not Without My Father
“Insanely evocative writing! I’m a huge fan of short stories and this one is layered, twisted in all the best ways, and expertly written. This sucked me in and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.”
~Beth Teliho, Order of Seven
“O’Flynn created an apocalyptic and barren landscape and took us on a twisting ride. I seriously had to pull the covers up tighter because her powerful words had me cold and scared and wondering who I could trust. This is the kind of story I could see on a show like Twilight Zone.”
~Jennifer Dyer, The Donor
Green Valley was once known for its fertile farming, picturesque mountains, and abundant wildlife. Now snow and ice cover all but the tallest homes. The only sounds are Maverick’s boots clumping through the snowdrifts and the frigid wind hissing down the mountain. Even the beasts in the woods have gone utterly silent.
But the path forward is clear, especially for one emboldened by optimism. So Maverick keeps moving, trudging through the abandoned town toward the desolate tundra beyond the forest, marring the snow with his bloody footprints.
To leave is a risk. To stay might be suicide.
Either way, no one leaves these mountains alive.