The phantom turned toward him, and the light played on the mutilated countenance with its torn muscle and glaring bone. But that’s not what Chris saw. To him, it was Alex for a change, really Alex. His brother. “Didn’t you hear what I said, Hoss? I came to talk. We haven’t done that for a while, and I thought . . . Now what are you grinning about?”

“Nothing,” Chris said, his expression broadening into a smile. He popped John Prine into the cassette deck as he steered the van out onto the road and headed toward the highway. It would take them to Bloomington. Ellettsville wasn’t much further than that.

Behind them, the store windows lit up with a dancing orange glow.

About the Author

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

T. Chris Martindale wrote four novels (Nightblood, Where the Chill Waits, Demon Dance and The Voice in the Basement) in the early 1990s but nothing since. He lives in Indiana.

About the Cover

ABOUT THE COVER

Cover: The cover reproduces the original cover painting by Greg Winters and cover design by Jackie Meyer from the first edition paperback original published by Warner Books in 1990.