Nine Tails of the Abyss - Couverture souple

Haddix, William

Couverture souple

ISBN 13 : 9798252766447

Editeur : Independently published, 2026

Synopsis

In the shadowed folds where ancient forests bleed into endless winter, four strangers seek refuge from a world that has already forgotten them. Elowen, the reluctant fixer whose hands tremble when she tries to hold anything together; Finn, whose charm once bought him everything and now buys him nothing; Mara, whispering prayers to gods long deaf; and Harlan, clutching a pint of Woodford Reserve like the last tether to a life he wasted—they stumble into a remote cabin as the blizzard descends. The storm is not natural. The snow falls in patterns that watch. The wind carries giggles that multiply under the door. And something red-furred and void-eyed circles the walls, patient, tasting their guilt through the cracks.

What begins as isolation curdles into something older, hungrier. The kitsune does not rush. She stalks. She peels memories like frost from glass—one childhood laugh, one half-remembered face, one fragile hope at a time—until the survivors are hollowed shells still breathing. Their flaws, once quiet rot, bloom openly in the cold: Finn’s cowardice sharpens into betrayal, Mara’s faith fractures into accusation, Elowen’s need to save becomes the chain that binds her, and Harlan’s regrets distill into a single, desperate name whispered against the dark.

When death finally presses its palm to the door, Harlan speaks the name his grandfather once slurred over whiskey: TJ the Great Red Oni.

A crimson colossus crashes through the roof in fire and laughter, katana of starfire singing. The kitsune meets divine wrath and is carved apart in a storm of ichor and frost. TJ accepts his payment—the pint of Woodford Reserve—with a grin that could crack mountains, downs it like water, and leaves the survivors alive.

But alive is not the same as whole.

The memories she stole do not return. The voids she opened inside them remain. They sit in the ruined cabin as the fire dies, staring at the empty doorway where a red shadow vanished into the white. The storm continues. The woods continue. And somewhere in the endless snow, a thirsty bastard walks on, jug swinging, already listening for the next trembling voice to call his name.

Because legends do not save. They collect.

And the next call is never far.

Détails de l'édition

• Éditeur: Independently published
• Date d'édition: 2026
• Langue: anglais
• ISBN 13: 9798252766447
• Reliure: Broché
• Nombre de pages: 24
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