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While there are many great, legit people on this site and elsewhere, please be sure to thoroughly vet anybody who approaches you as literary scams have exploded over the last year thanks to unethical individuals and AI:https://www.novlr.org/the-reading-roo...
Hi Timothy! This sounds like an awesome read. I would love to do an ARC review for you. Please feel free to contact me docjess29@gmail.com.
Sorry my mistake I forgot about your link in the bio. Will follow that to read your work. Feel a bit foolish :)
Marginally off topic, but I followed the link to novlr.org from Liz. Good article and then I got lost in all the other articles - good blog!
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It’s for readers who like ancient evil, possession, historical mystery, survival horror, and the idea that humanity’s oldest fear—the dark—might have been justified.
Free digital review copies are available. No pressure for a positive review. I’m looking for honest readers willing to post on Goodreads, Amazon, BookBub, or social media within 3–4 weeks.
ARC copies are available at:
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For a more complete blurb:
History buried it. The dark remembered.
It is older than civilization, older than fire, older than the first human word for fear. It feeds on the comprehension of its prey — not the terror, the understanding. It evolved alongside us because we alone are capable of knowing what is being done to us.
In 1673, Robert Hooke went down into a shaft on Oak Island with the pirate William Kidd and the engineer Thomas Bushell. They built a labyrinth around what they had found and sealed it. Hooke kept one of the four keys, returned thirty years later, and died with it.
Three hundred and fifty years later, the seal is failing.
Nathaniel Silver, an archaeologist at the American Museum of Natural History, finds a chest in an archive he was not supposed to be in. Greg DeFrentis, a salvage engineer hired by a foundation he cannot trace, descends into the Oak Island shaft alone and feels, on the third night, the dark below him move.
A historian on a hillside in upstate New York has been waiting forty years for this knock on his door. A genetics researcher in Westchester County is informed by something speaking inside his head that they are now, in its words, colleagues.
The chain is older than any of them. It has been carried, link by link, from a Paleolithic hunter to a Mi’kmaq witness to a polymath in a London graveyard to a young Franklin Roosevelt who saw what was in the shaft and spent the rest of his life trying to forget. Now it has reached them.
I Have Been Here is a debut novel of literary horror — a multi-era account of what we bury, what remembers, and what is asked of the people who agree to carry the knowing forward.
For readers of John Langan’s The Fisherman, Elizabeth Kostova’s The Historian, and Jeff VanderMeer’s Annihilation