I received this book from Netgalley/publisher in exchange of an honest review.
I picked a random % and that was… 74%!
“We’re here, Brother,” she said, and it was as if Matt opened his eyes for the first time.
Massive vines lined the ground and trees of an immense forest. The sun creeping through the thickened branches all around them. Humidity ruled here, and through the foliage where daylight struggled for dominance, Matt heard whispers, a multitude of hushed voices.
He had taken to making wishes whenever he could.
At the last morning star, on the edges of tarnished coins, along the cracks of bones that split in fires.
It was never enough. No matter how often or how aggressively he wished, his words were never heard, his please went unanswered.
And then one day, he learned why; wishes could not be made on innocent things, innocuous things, like stars and coins and clovers.
Because wishes were granted only by the dead.