He did not know when he had begun to hear the voice, only that it had started. It was not there and then it was. And he stopped and stared at the stars and the bright round moon and he listened to it. In those empty nights he walked with his mouth shut and when the wind blew he opened his palms to feel the push of the air and he sometimes stopped and knelt as if his spirit had been moved and there was no longer the world before him but there was only the world beyond flesh and bone….
“Unsettling, heartbreaking, and frequently astonishing, this Southern gothic never runs out of revelations. . . A gleaming, dark masterpiece by one of Southern fiction’s leading voices.” Kirkus Reviews (starred)
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