Kathleen E Woodiwiss Books Novels & Stories

Clara Yanuwah stood on the cliffs above Caligo Cove, her boots sinking slightly into damp, salted earth. The wind carried the scent of decay—not fish, not seaweed, but something far older. Stagnant blood and rotted prayers. She clutched her grandmother’s journal tighter beneath her coat. Each page had led her closer. Each memory had cost her more. Now, at the edge of the world, Clara faced the unfamiliar truth of the ocean’s echo—that WildWood had a twin born not of roots and bone, but tide and silt.

Brodie Six Weeks After Esme’s Disappearance I paced up and down in the small wood we had found. We had already been there too long. Situated on the edge of the Lincolnshire border, the woods were too close to a lot of main roads and it made me nervous. Everything made me nervous. I hadn’t been able to run for weeks, not properly, and it did nothing to help the tension building up inside. With each day that passed, I got more worried about Esme. Jackson wasn’t equipped to deal with what they were both facing.