Ghosts in the Cotton - The Delta Collection

<p><strong>The Mississippi Delta is more than a place. It's a breath held too long. A hymn hummed through teeth clenched with memory. A land where ghosts don't haunt-they <em>linger</em>-in the cotton in the blood in the slow drawl of a story retold.</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>These sixteen tales are stitched from that soil-tales of men and women too proud to kneel too burdened to rise and too damned to be forgotten. Some are funny. Some are brutal. All are honest.</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>You'll find gamblers and gospel singers dead possums and sacred sins preachers who lose their faith and women who find their fire. You'll meet Zee Blackwell a man who knows how to find lost things-except himself. And you'll walk with Daniel a preacher's son drafted into a different kind of hell.</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>This is a collection of Southern Gothic grit and Delta reckoning. No salvation guaranteed. No comfort promised.</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Author's Bio:</strong></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(248 245 237 1); color: inherit>Romer Shaw was born in New Orleans raised on stories older than the soil and called-again and again-back to the Mississippi Delta.</strong></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(248 245 237 1); color: inherit>His roots stretch through generations of Mississippi blood but it's more than lineage that binds him to that land. It's a pull. A presence. Something spiritual. As if the alluvial earth itself had a claim on his soul.</strong></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(248 245 237 1); color: inherit>Writing in the tradition of Faulkner Baldwin Woodrell and Mosley Romer crafts Southern Gothic stories soaked in memory fire and moral reckoning. His work centers the Delta-its ghosts its heat its brutal beauty-as both character and curse.</strong></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(248 245 237 1); color: inherit>He now lives in Northwest Montana where the mountains keep their own kind of silence-but the Delta still speaks. Always.</strong></p>