Twenty hours of grim, gray day, leeching shadows from their corners.
The feeling like a buzz in your teeth.
The scrape of bone on bone...
Paul Gallo saw the report on the news: a mass murderer leading police to his victims' graves, in remote Dread's Hand, Alaska.
It's not even a town; more like the bad memory of a town. The same bit of wilderness where his twin brother went missing a year ago. Except Danny isn't one of the victims, not that the cops can discover.
All they've found are superstitious locals. A line of crosses to keep what's in the woods from coming out.
As soon as he sets foot in Dread's Hand, Paul can see no one's telling all they know. But Danny didn't just wander four thousand miles to that cabin in the woods, dark and grimy and stained with blood. He was called.
And whatever called Danny is calling Paul too...
Praise for Little Girls
"Best horror novel of the year."—Hunter Shea
"Much more than a haunted house story." —Cemetery Dance
"Takes well-known tropes and completely turns them around."—IHeartReading