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Back The Bone Factory
Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. The Bad Man
  3. Epigraph
  4. PROLOGUEBLOOD
  5. PART ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. PART TWO
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. PART THREE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. EPILOGUE
  46. Acknowledgments
  47. High Praise for Nate Kenyon’s
  48. Other Leisure Books by Nate Kenyon:

It was all here. The smell of old wood, the darkness and the shadows that crept across the floor, even the cold feeling she remembered that climbed deep within her and settled, digging its claws into her bones. In reality, it was more horrible than her nightmares, but she didn’t feel frightened, at least not like she had on the way here. Then she had been paralyzed with fear, not even able to kick and scratch the bad man like she wanted to, unable to do anything but hold still as he dragged her into the woods. She was so cold. Mommy had put a sweater and pants on her before the man had come, but she didn’t have her mittens or her hat, not even her pink jacket. And it was snowing hard. The bad man didn’t seem to care about that. He knew exactly where he was going, even when the tree branches closed in around them like giant fingers. And she got the strangest pictures from his head, as if she wasn’t a little girl at all to him. She was one of THEM.

She didn’t know what that meant. All she knew was that she could feel what the man felt, and see what he saw. It had been getting stronger every minute. When he left her here, in this cold, dark room, she knew that he had gone to meet Daddy, and the man wanted to hurt him. He was out in the snow now, stomping around the buildings where she was hidden.

When Daddy came, she would scream. But she wouldn’t scream the way the bad man wanted her to, no, she wouldn’t lead her daddy into a TRAP. She would give him a picture, and he would know what to do. She thought she could do it now; her head felt funny, like it was on fire, all hot and tingling.

The man had taken Johnny Bear. She tried not to think about that, but Johnny was in trouble and she didn’t know what to do. She wanted him near her, because he was her friend, and he could help her be less afraid when the time came to warn Daddy. But the bad man had taken him when he left her here in this cold room because he wanted her to be alone and afraid.

She looked the room over. It was made out of old, rotten boards, and there was a window above her head, too high for her to see out. There were things hanging on the walls, things she didn’t want (HEADS there are HEADS) to think about. She squeezed her eyes tight and tried to scrub away the things she had seen, but the dark color of blood would not go away.