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The Wicker King is a psychological young adult thriller that follows two friends struggling as one spirals into madness.
Jack once saved August's life … now can August save him?
August is a misfit with a pyro streak and Jack is a golden boy on the varsity rugby team—but their intense friendship goes way back. Jack begins to see increasingly vivid hallucinations that take the form of an elaborate fantasy kingdom creeping into the edges of the real world. With their parents’ unreliable behavior, August decides to help Jack the way he always has—on his own. He accepts the visions as reality, even when Jack leads them on a quest to fulfill a dark prophecy.
August and Jack alienate everyone around them as they struggle with their sanity, free falling into the surreal fantasy world that feels made for them. In the end, each one must choose his own truth.
Written in vivid micro-fiction with a stream-of-consciousness feel and multimedia elements, K. Ancrum's The Wicker King touches on themes of mental health and explores a codependent relationship fraught with tension, madness and love.
An Imprint Book
309 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 31, 2017
“If you drop the weight you are carrying, it is okay. You can build yourself back up out of the pieces.”
#1 The Wicker King ★★★★★
#1.5 The Legend of the Golden Raven ★★★★☆
“They have stories about you, songs. They call you the Raven, the Golden Bird, the King’s Lionheart. Women smile at you as we walk in the streets; men talk about you over their fires. It’s written all over the walls. They love you and you can’t even see them… my Lionheart. Can you imagine?”
Jack owned him. In a way. It was difficult to explain, but the feeling was as familiar to him as his own name.
He fell. Groaning. Thinking of chapped lips, strong arms, and freckles.
“I see you the same. I don’t think it will ever change… It doesn’t matter if you’re wearing my colors or dressed like this. You’re always just you.”
Jack laughed. “How romantic. My knight in shining fucking armor.”

“Would you do something bad if you knew it would have more good in it, in the end, than bad?”
“The world was so big and they were very small and there was no one around to stop terrible things from happening.”
“It was the debt. The river. It was his religion now.”
“If you drop the weight you are carrying, it is okay. You can build yourself back up out of the pieces.”














HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

"They were breathing in tandem now."
"It started small, but it bubbled bigger every minute. Rising black and ugly through the veins in his feet, up and up, bursting through his cells and filling his lungs, encasing itself around his bones and finally spilling from his eyes, tacky like tar. It tumbled from his mouth in a howl of rage so deep it shook his teeth. The hairs rose on the back of his neck.
It was a shout of pain so pure and hot, he could have sworn it was burning out his eyes."
"Even as the sky falls and the only thing I can hear besides your voice is the screams of the dying and the thundering of horses?"
"August didn't realize he was crying until his sobs began to choke him. "Is it over? Is it over? Is it over?"

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August had wanted to roll over for him. Wanted to bare his neck. Wanted to give himself up, so ferocious was his gratitude. As Jack’s fingers trailed through his hair and as he wrapped his Pokémon sweatshirt around August’s shoulders, something in August broke. Or changed. He wasn’t sure. But he’d known then that he was important. He was valuable. He was Jack’s.


