Three Years Hollow Novels & Stories

Elara looked at Bramble. “The sanctuary itself.” Claire frowned. “I thought the sanctuary was protecting you from the Hollow.” “It was.” “Was?” Elara’s eyes filled with fear. “For seventy-three years, the Hollow could reach the door.” She paused. “But it could not cross it.” Mason already knew he wasn’t going to like the next sentence. “What changed?” Elara looked directly at him. “It stopped trying to come in.” Rowan frowned. “That sounds like good news.” “No,” Mason said.

Chapter Sixty-Eight **** Three days had passed since I stepped into the Hollow Path. The thorns had stopped bleeding. The cold no longer bites. Even hunger had dulled to a whisper like a ghost knocking on a door no one would open. I sat cross-legged on the stone, with my head bowed and eyes closed.My skin was becoming thin,my lips cracked, my breath slow and shallow.They thought I’d die.they thought I’d break. But they were wrong.I wasn’t dying,I was waiting.

Ground turned to old grey bones of the world sticking up. The Hollow wasn’t a cave. Worse. A bowl in the hills where the wind went to die. The grass lay flat and colorless, like it had given up on green. The air smelled… empty. No sap. No rot. No animal sharp. My skin crawled before we even dropped over the lip. “What happened?” I whispered. “Rovan practiced.” I wanted to leave. I didn’t. At the floor, the threads found me at once. There were so many.

We didn’t speak again for a long time. By nightfall, scouts returned from the Hollow. “They saw movement,” Sabine said. “Nothing human. And there’s a light in the center. Not fire. Not magic. Something else.” “Take me there.” Sabine hesitated. “Morwenna, if you go and whatever’s there sees you—” “It already sees me.” I went alone. The Hollow had always been cursed. Even before the wars. It was a place where magic thinned. Where echoes lingered too long, and no wolf ever entered without feeling watched.

She came here from the city she will not name — the city she left because of a man who never said stay — and the Hollowing was already here and they reached an arrangement and she built her tea house on top of that arrangement and she has been keeping records for forty years, and I thought she was keeping them for me, and she is, but she has also been keeping them for it. "Delara," I say. "Tell me what you know. All of it." The layered voice speaks. And what it says rearranges everything. --- The Hollowing's origin is not what I assumed. I assumed displaced — I assumed something that had wandered into a wrong space and grown comfortable. That is not the story. The story, delivered through De

I've had enough. "You're just upset with me because I brought Tiana and Caden to live with us three years ago, aren't you? Come on, it's been so long. Do you really have to drag this out and take it out on Stella?" That wasn't the truth. How I wished I could tell him that I was already dead to his face—but I couldn't. No one could see me. I was just a spirit. … When Andrew forcibly sent me to the countryside three years ago, Tiana also tagged along in secret.

Not the Hollow. Something older. Something watching. And waiting.

LYRA The Hollow does not celebrate. That’s the first thing I understand as the council’s voices fracture behind us and the city exhales like something wounded but not yet dead. There is no triumph in the ground beneath my feet. No warmth. No reassurance. Only gravity. The Hollow pulls—not forward, not down, but inward. Toward a center that has nothing to do with geography and everything to do with cost. Cain feels it too. I know by the way his steps slow. By the way his shoulders square, not in dominance, but in readiness.

He looked at her, and even though it was dark, she could tell by his expression, illuminated in the eerie light of the dashboard, he wasn’t joking around. With a deep breath, Ru recited Reaper’s Hollow History 101. “Reaper’s Hollow was founded by Thomas Reaper in 1789. It’s named for the founder and his family, who lived there and started a trading post with local native tribes. Our school, Thomas Elementary, was named for Reaper. Even though he had an unusual last name, children need not be frightened because Reaper was a good, church going man. He had twelve children with three wives, and some of his descendants still live in the area. Is that what you wanted to hear?” She had recited it a

Hyun explained. "I'm telling you, there's no third book yet," Cela said firmly. "I haven't agreed to write another one. I'm still exhausted from the last one. And why do you sound so excited about it? Weren't you the one who strongly swore that he would go on a long break without interruption once the second book was out?" she asked. "Well, the truth is Ms. Ivy already converted to cash our supposed vacation," Hyun said shyly. He knows it won't sit well with her.