Jonathan Taylor

“Then how do you know about the ghosts?” Ike reasoned. “If no one leaves alive, who tells you about them?” Marcel paused, mouth open, realizing the small snag in his logic. “Well there are rumors.” “Perhaps one or two have come out,” Ike suggested. “Perhaps.” “We’d love to speak with one of them,” Alfred said. “Well, I don’t know of one specifically,” Marcel’s voice trailed off. “You could try talking to Sam.” Sam. An unusual”
― Jonathan Taylor, Blood Forest

“a group, nipping and clawing. A sickening grunt ripped their attention away from the dead animal. A second okapi stood a few yards away. The creature stared at them, its wide flat ears raised, its body on alert. Okapis were herbivores, normally docile. They were skittish animals, like deer or antelope. But this one was not normal. Its long snout quivered, dripping thick wet globules of crimson. The blood shimmered and rolled over its lips before dropping to the jungle floor. “What the hell?” Sam said. The creature startled a little at the sound of her voice and took a threatening step closer.”
― Jonathan Taylor, Blood Forest