Low In The Valley

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A dark fantasy western of one woman's journey across a haunted American landscape in her search for a man she knew for only one night and Hell is always right behind her.</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>In the old name of Low The Kind she will obey.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Conley Mahren did something she knew damned well not to do. She </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>spoke </em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>with a fiddler of songs. A teller-of-tales. A good goddamned liar. It was a single night that changed Conley's life forever. Hardly for the better.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But that was seventeen years ago.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The year is 1887.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>In Charleston West Virginia there's a dark and hollowed out place known to locals as the Cairns. Venturing inside that place means you're either foolish or looking to die. Some would call Conley a fool a devil even but not one for easy dying. It's never that easy. Nonetheless Conley had been inside the Cairns several times in search of the fiddler she can't seem to forget. Because for her the Cairns were the very thing that took Pynes Oak from her arms seventeen years ago. Then his name is whispered in her ear that he's still alive. Haunted by the memories of that one night with Pynes Conley begins her waggish journey across a tormented American landscape to find him. Pynes may be the only one that knows the truth to what terrible thing lies sealed in the center of the Cairns but more importantly she just wants him to answer for leaving her behind.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Everything goes to hell when a murder is committed by a figure wearing a mask she knows all too well. A mask Conley once wore.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>From West Virginia through the bygone lands of Vermont and beyond Conley is joined by a reluctant troupe of companions. A retired bareknuckle pugilist with fists that once broke chains a Bearmaiden du jour of the South a sullied savior of the Holy Light and a handful of former drovers with no cattle and nothing better to do wander over hills and woods as they search for the man Pynes Oak.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Forces shrouded in secret are set in motion that also want Pynes to answer for venturing deep inside the Cairns and they'll do what is necessary to stop Conley from finding him first.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Behold a white horse and he who sat on it was given a crown.</strong></p>