A Taste of Hollow

Snippets from the award-winning first book of the Bunny Elder series, Hollow:

Prologue

A faded black ‘56 Dodge pickup rattles over the empty lanes, carrying its two passengers slowly through the sleeping village.

Hunched over the out-sized steering wheel, the driver peers carefully from side to side, occasionally shaking his head ruefully and muttering, as though searching vainly for something.

Across the cracked brown upholstery his companion seems unmoved by these signs of distress.

Leaning awkwardly against the rusty passenger door, eyes staring fixedly ahead, he gives no response to his chauffeur’s increasing frustration.

Proposed, but not included, draft illustration from Chapter Eleven.

 

Martha stepped into the house, turned on the porch light, and returned to get a better look at the carved pumpkin. With a small gasp she jerked back, her foot slipped in something slick on the porch floor, she tumbled into the railing and came to rest beside the over-sized pumpkin with its double grimace.
Martha stepped into the house, turned on the porch light, and returned to get a better look at the carved pumpkin.
With a small gasp she jerked back, her foot slipped in something slick on the porch floor, she tumbled into the railing and came to rest beside the over-sized pumpkin with its double grimace.

 

 

 

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