Neil Gaiman & Caitlin R. Kiernan & Laird Barron - Plot & Excerpts
Lansdale(1)WOOD TICKWood Tick wasn’t so much as town as it was a wide rip in the forest. The Reverend Jebediah Mercer rode in on ebony horse on a coolish autumn day beneath an overcast sky of humped up, slow-blowing, gun-metal-gray clouds; they seemed to crawl. It was his experience nothing good ever took place under a crawling sky. It was an omen, and he didn’t like omens, because, so far in his experience, none of them were good.Before him, he saw a sad excuse for a town: A narrow clay road and a few buildings, not so much built up as tossed up, six altogether, three of them leaning South from Northern winds that had pushed them. One of them had had a fireplace of stone, but it had toppled, and no one had bothered to rebuild it. The stones lay scattered about like discarded cartridges. Grass, yellowed by time, had grown up through the stones, and even a small tree had sprouted between them. Where the fall of the fireplace had left a gap was a stretch of fabric, probably a slice of tent; it had been nailed up tight and it had turned dark from years of weather.In the middle of the town there was a wagon with wooden bars set into it and a flat heavy roof.
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