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:

He cut the voice off with an almost audible snap, and a moment later a branch cracked like a firecracker in the utter stillness and let its heavy load of snow fall to the ground with a thump. He spun towards the noise, but there was only the branch, swinging on its broken hinge of bark, and a soft-looking mound of powder below it.

Jesus, he was spooked. He tried to force a laugh, but it wouldn’t come, and instead a strange memory overtook him. The pile of snow reminded him the time in third grade he and his best friend Chuck Howard had spent a full hour shoveling snow into a big pile, and when the time came to climb to the roof of the garage and jump, he had chickened out, wobbly legs and all. Chuck pulled himself up the trellis to the roof without a backward glance, and when he jumped it seemed to David that he hung in the air forever, arms waving in the lifeless dance of a puppet.

Chickenshit, go on and do it, he thought, and inside his head the voice sounded like old Chuckie. Check out the woods, you big baby.

David willed his feet to move. When he reached the outer trees on the edge of the clearing, he pushed back the lower branches with his arm, causing more snow to fall in clumps to the ground. A dim and narrow passageway between them opened, and he crept into it, still feeling those eyes on him. He felt like a trespasser in someone else’s world. Inside, he paused, momentarily disoriented. The needles had swung back into place, and the way out was abruptly cut off. Branches closed in on him from all directions, thick and choking. He felt his heart pound a heavy beat in his ears, and the silence pushed down on him like hands.

Forcing his mind to remain calm, he turned in a full circle around the tiny space, searching for the best way to proceed. Yes, light filtered faintly through the branches where he had come through; he felt a bit better. Christ, but it’s thick in here. No wonder that little girl got lost. It’s a maze, that’s what it is. And I’m the mouse looking for the cheese.

Only he wasn’t quite sure he would like the cheese if he found it.