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478 pages, Paperback
Published November 25, 2015

The predators would soon become the prey after dabbling with a force of evil they knew little more than what the ancient book revealed.





The sinful heart shall be scaled against a feather at the gates of Hell.
The story speaks to the power of fear as well as the consequences of obsession and vengeance. CRONE inspired by a decades-old Michigan urban legend, depicts the classic struggle between good and evil, right and wrong, proving once more how the indomitable human spirit can rely on the pillars of faith and family to triumph over adversity.
Tapping into our deepest fears as humans we’re reminded that we are not always safe in our own back yards, warning us that those who go looking for trouble will most likely find it.

“the pack ceremoniously replaced the lid then BAM! SLAM! Pound… pound… pound with the head of the shovel!
The Unholy 5 left him buried alive, fate his only friend.”
They left me. They really left me! Benny finally admitted. Doing his best to gut it out, despair finally trumped the gullible belief that it was only a harmless initiation.
The bitter taste of reality started to choke in his throat, his stout body cramping tighter against the confines of the pine box.
They’ll be back, any time now…
Unfortunately for Benny, nature knows no loyalty as the warmth he initially experienced waned in the frigid underground.
The pledge quickly switched gears, turning his attention to the matches, finally managing to pull the smashed book free. Counting them, only ten remained.
After what seemed like an impossible struggle, he got the first one lit. The warm, yellow glow offered a brief respite from the dark.
To his relief maggots were not embedded in his skin, nor were scores of spiders and other insects crawling into his ears and nose the way he’d imagined, if they had been there at all. Greedy for every warm, wonderful second he held the tiny matches until they burned out one by one, singeing the tips of his thumb and index finger.
It had all come down to choices. Benny’s worst fears became reality, his thoughts centering on regret. He had been too trusting and foolish, choosing to step willingly toward his own suffocating death chamber.
The lit matches used up much of what precious little oxygen remained.
Things were after Benny, chewing noisily through the pine.
Just then, a sliver of light found its way through the gloom, Benny remembered God! Why didn’t he think of that before? He knew a ton of prayers growing up Catholic…he just couldn’t think of one.
Whoosh…thud! Whoosh…thud! Scratch…Scratch…Scratch. Benny was dreaming. He was hallucinating, had to be. It couldn’t be real.
Benny choked out his final breath, helpless to stop the long, dagger-like nails from digging into his flesh. Raspy cackles rang out as she gauged and gnashed at the terrified pledge. Then his world, one that will be worse off without him, went black.
Benny’s missing body was a jarring dose of reality. The boys knew they used him for the sacrificial ritual, hoping to tap into the ultimate dark power.


On a cold, downward spiral, devoid of emotion the snowball is unstoppable until it runs its unpredictable course.
Nobody is born a monster, but given the right circumstances teenage years can be the breeding grounds in forming one.
“There are times when it takes more strength to let go than to hold on. Your heart will help you distinguish between the two.” MTM


