DEVIL OF STAR AND BONE - HORROR STORY - BREDEVOORT VAN DEN BERG Escape into the darkest corners of the wilderness and your own imagination with a reading experience that will blur all boundaries. This indescribable tale of horror, set deep within the mystical American pine barrens of New Jersey, is a story of atmospheric suspense and psychological depth. Follow a group of disoriented British soldiers fleeing through a primordial forest that appears on no map, where the laws of nature have been suspended. Here, they face not merely an enemy, but an intelligence as ancient as the soil itself, an entity that savors their fear and weaponizes their deepest memories against them. This is a profound journey into the human soul.
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"A cloven hoof pressed deep into the mud.
The first man did not die by a bullet, but by the silence.
It was the silence of a great predator noticing a flea on its skin.
Captain James Thorne saw Miller sink to his knees in the marsh. The forest swallowed all sound: the distant crack of muskets, the rumble of the retreat, and the buzz of flies over the water.
Thorne's command of forty-seven Loyalist soldiers had fled into the wilderness of New Jersey three days prior, their red coats swapped for mud-brown hunting shirts. The rebels owned the roads. The forest was their only option, a blank on the map.
Private Miller began to scream. He pointed a finger at a dead pine.
The others saw only twisted wood and weeping sap. But the air around the tree was colder.
"Get him up," Thorne ordered.
Miller scrambled backward, his boots digging deep into the soil. "The Leeds boy," he whispered. "It knows we're here."
While two soldiers hauled Miller upright, Thorne's eyes caught a disturbance in the moss nearby. The mark of a cloven hoof in the mud."