ALDMOOR

Emil is nine years old and gone. They say he ran away. They always say that, about the children who vanish near Aldmoor.

Ever since her little brother walked into the forest, Liv can hear the ground. Voices under the earth. Memories that aren't hers. And one that whispers her name — with Emil's mouth.

Something old is waking beneath the northern forest, and it chooses who gets to hear it. More wake every day. No one knows what they're waking to.

Aldmoor is a story dug up rather than told. It doesn't end. It only goes deeper.