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368 pages, Paperback
First published May 4, 2021




Lying on the forest floor, a fallen tree would take months, sometimes years, to die, and even then it wouldn’t be truly dead. Lichen and mushrooms and tiny flowers would grow from its sides. The small beginnings of new trees would sprout from it. Beetles and millipedes and other tiny creatures would live beneath its aging bark. And foxes would make dens in the hollows of its bones. A tree in the forest didn’t die in the normal sense of the word—it changed shape into a thousand other lives.
Willa began to wonder about the interconnections, not just between the people, animals, and trees living in these mountains at this moment, but between the past, present, and future. Maybe the only way out of all this was time, to somehow use time to her advantage. The decisions her grandmother had made long ago had caused things to happen this very moment she was living through now. And the decisions Willa was making would cause things to happen in the future. And so it was, for every Faeran and every human. Maybe she’d been thinking about the world too simply. It wasn’t just interconnected—it was a mesh of interconnections across time, as thick as the soil was deep.
A black phantasm of a fox darted past, grazing her calf with a searing slash of burning cold. A huge, plunging mountain buffalo as black as charcoal crashed through the undergrowth and smashed into a group of fleeing loggers. An immense elk with long black burning horns speared a man against a tree and engulfed him in black flames. They were the spirits of Dark Hollow, past and the present, every one of them as dead and deadly as the next.