There’s something in Troughton’s Moss that’s been there for ages. It speaks to the people of Ellsford, whispers in their ear, burrows into their minds, like a Brainworm, and it tells them what to do.
THE MADONNA
Twenty years ago it spoke to Paul Cunningham and set the wheels in motion. He brutally murdered, then raped a young woman. A short while later, within the narrow confines of her grave, she gave birth to …
THE CHILD
Grown to adulthood, it moves undetected amongst the people of Ellsford with only one purpose.
THE END TIMES
The time has come. The Moss is beginning to give up its dead, sacrifices made in its name throughout the ages. THE CHOSEN ONEDobson Heather, a child of the Moss himself, has been marked. But is he Ellsford’s salvation, or their damnation?
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