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Shadowville — Paul Taylor
The Shadows are Coming...
In a small country town, a young mother hangs clothing on the old hills hoist clothesline while her toddler son plays on the lawn beside her. When her son's happy gibberish suddenly breaks off into choked gasps, his mother spins around to find him wrapped in shadows, choked and grey and gasping for breath.
The Shadows are Coming....
A man sits in a park by the river, quietly feeding pigeons, shadows pooling beneath the bench. He drops some dry bread crumbs by his feet and a bold pigeon struts over to investigate. The man's shadow snaps out and drops over the pigeon like a blanket, devouring it in a puff of feathers and dust.
The Shadows are Coming...
When Ben Reilly returns to his home town of Casino, soured on city life after a bad break-up, he's hoping for little more than the comfort of things known and familiar and a place to clear his head. Instead, he finds a town full of strange, hungry people with jet black eyes and shadows that tug at their heels like hungry dogs.
And like dogs, they need to feed...
In a small country town, a young mother hangs clothing on the old hills hoist clothesline while her toddler son plays on the lawn beside her. When her son's happy gibberish suddenly breaks off into choked gasps, his mother spins around to find him wrapped in shadows, choked and grey and gasping for breath.
The Shadows are Coming....
A man sits in a park by the river, quietly feeding pigeons, shadows pooling beneath the bench. He drops some dry bread crumbs by his feet and a bold pigeon struts over to investigate. The man's shadow snaps out and drops over the pigeon like a blanket, devouring it in a puff of feathers and dust.
The Shadows are Coming...
When Ben Reilly returns to his home town of Casino, soured on city life after a bad break-up, he's hoping for little more than the comfort of things known and familiar and a place to clear his head. Instead, he finds a town full of strange, hungry people with jet black eyes and shadows that tug at their heels like hungry dogs.
And like dogs, they need to feed...
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