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His crawl was jerky. As though the body remembered the damage, but whatever moved it did not.
“You may not see her for days. Then one night, when you wake for no reason… she’s there. Standing beside your bed. Not saying a word. Just staring.”
"People imagine that once the body dies, whatever remains becomes pure and holy. It doesn’t. Whatever survives carries our deepest emotions with it."
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“Most effective is the entity’s ability to work through grief, fear, and intrusive thoughts, making the characters question not only what they see, but what is happening inside their own minds.” —The BookLife Prize
Three teenagers. One forbidden ritual. We only wanted to know what lay ahead, but the answers came back cryptic and impossible.
Until they started coming true.
Red-eyed crows followed us. Omens of something that fed on our fear. Our despair. Fingerprints began appearing on our bodies. It crawled around the room at night, whispering, “Come, sit on my back.”
We no longer knew which thoughts were our own. Our only chance of survival lay in returning to where it all began.
Planchette Crows is a psychological horror novel blending Indian folklore, supernatural mystery, and a nostalgic coming-of-age story.
Perhaps the future is hidden from us for a reason.
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