Book One
Wicker Hill
Wicker Hill is a character-driven psychological and Lovecraftian erotic horror saga — a novel that takes its subgenres seriously and commits, fully, to the unsettling implications of its premise.
Boston journalist Abigail Alden returns to her enigmatic hometown to stand at her mother's grave and finally make peace with the woman who abandoned her. She arrives carrying quiet wars of her own — the slow betrayal of her body to multiple sclerosis, and the steadying tether of her twin brother, Asher, the one person who anchors her to the world she knows.
But Wicker Hill is not a town that lets its children keep their peace. A decaying New England coastal enclave shrouded in perpetual fog and rain, it hides something ancient beneath its streets. When Abigail finds her mother's grave torn open and empty, her quest for closure becomes a descent — into the town's oldest secret, and into forces that are vast, patient, and utterly indifferent to everything she is.
What follows is a slow, deliberate burn toward an emotionally devastating climax: a battle against fate and eldritch forces beyond her understanding — a struggle that will define the meanings of life, love, and family.
Wicker Hill is for readers of serious, literary horror who aren't afraid of darker and more taboo subjects.
The Shape of the Story
The Descent
The whole arc, from the first shovel of grave-dirt to the last light at the top of the stairs.
The empty grave. Abigail comes home for closure and finds none: her mother's coffin lies shattered and empty. In an instant, a personal act of mourning becomes a supernatural investigation, and the simple goal she arrived with is quietly invalidated.
The preserved house. Her mother's home has rotted — all but Abigail's childhood bedroom, kept as a shrine to a life she was forced to leave behind. Hidden within it is a letter, and the letter re-writes everything: the abandonment she has resented her whole life was an act of terrible, sacrificial love, meant to spare her an inherited fate.
The town closes in. The elegant, patient Sylvia Fletcher reframes every step of Abigail's resistance as proof she is exactly where she is meant to be. Dreams and waking blur; MS-fog and medication make her doubt her own senses. The drowned ruins of The Sink and the ever-present Wicker Star draw her toward the lighthouse.
The lighthouse. Beneath it waits the cult and its ritual to Syraqneth, the Writhing Obelisk. With Asher held as leverage, Abigail is forced into an impossible choice — and makes a sacrifice born not of faith but of love, mirroring her mother's, choosing the shape of her own end even as fate claims it. It is a bleak, tragic, and terribly complete conclusion.
The Road Ahead
The Anthology Continues
Wicker Hill is only the first door. The anthology's next chapters are coming — and this page will grow as they do.