The Hollow Beneath Our Hands

<p><strong>The Hollow That Breathes</strong></p><p><em>A novel of mercy memory and the mountain that learns to love you back.</em></p><p>When Rowan Elkins returns to the hollow she swore she'd never see again she finds the hills changed-and listening.<br>The old mountain hums beneath her cabin the rosemary grows in circles that never close and every silence feels like someone waiting to be answered.</p><p>Elias Holt a craftsman with calloused hands and a past bound to the same ridge knows the rhythm of that hum. He calls it the hollow's breath-the pulse that keeps the land alive. Together Rowan and Elias begin to mend what time and leaving broke: porches fences promises. But every nail driven every seed planted stirs something older beneath the soil-something that remembers mercy as covenant desire as language and silence as prayer.</p><p>As storms rise and roots begin to glow Rowan learns that the mountain isn't haunting her.<br>It's <em>becoming her.</em><br>And if she listens closely enough she'll hear what the world has been trying to say since the first breath of earth:</p><p><em>To keep something is to love it gently enough that it stays alive in you.</em></p><p><strong>The Hollow That Breathes</strong> blends Appalachian folklore speculative intimacy and quiet sensuality into a story about land that listens love that labors and the kind of magic that only grows where mercy takes root.</p>