Sarah Mac’s Reviews > Blackthorn > Status Update

‘As we drive past the rusted iron gate of Blackthorn manor, I stare at the dead stump of the maple tree I axed down so long ago in a fit of rage. From one side of the dull gray wood, a tall leafy branch has sprouted. Only the branch isn’t green. Its leaves aren’t, either. They’re all the same vivid red of freshly spilled blood.’ ….Probably not good. 🍂🍁

‘The moment Bea & I step through the front door of the house, we’re enveloped by the scent of my childhood. Old books & melting candle wax, the lingering perfume of dried herbs, a faint whisper of something sweet but also rotting, like overripe fruit.’ ….Points for proper gothic atmosphere.

My first by JTG. I hear this one is bonkers, so let’s see what happens. 🤭