The murders were straight out of his book. But Ben Bookman swears he didn’t write them into real life.
On the eve of his horror novel’s release, families are found brutally slaughtered, cocooned in corn husks—exactly like in The Scarecrow. Now, Detective Mills and his daughter, rookie cop Samantha Blue, are racing against the clock to stop the killer. But all signs point to Ben, who remembers nothing from the night he finished the manuscript.
At the heart of the mystery is Blackwood Mansion, Ben’s ancestral estate, and The Atrium—a forbidden library of wordless books and long-buried evil. As the line between fiction and reality dissolves, Ben must face the nightmare he’s unleashed.
The question isn’t whether he wrote it.
It’s whether something made him.
