PRE-ORDER The Burning Person by Bob Schofield


PRE-ORDER The Burning Person by Bob Schofield


*This is a pre-order item scheduled to be released on December 15. Any other items ordered with this one will ship at the same time*

A young couple retreats from the big city to a secluded cabin by a lake, only to find their new home to be stranger than expected. Each night the clouds open up, and a mass of burning people pour into the water. When the couple takes one of these burning people into their home, they find their lives become stranger still. 

Now faceless policemen wander the tree line. 

Now the animals gather in wicker churches. 

Now something wicked boils beneath the lake.

The Burning Person is a spooky lullaby you probably shouldn’t sing aloud. It’s a surrealist fable for the end times. A fever dream about spirals, family, blackbirds, and smoke.

136 pages. Coming December 15, 2017.

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Excerpt from The Burning Person

Policemen pressed down upon the lake, prying uselessly at the door. Imprisoned blackbirds trailed behind them, beaks and wings all wrapped in wire. The woman gagged on the binding in her mouth, felt it digging into her wrists. The man lay beside her broken into pieces. Barely breathing. Bleeding lake water. A ring of moss and feathers, bits of blood-stained shell clung to his shirt.

The few remaining animals ran mad through the trees, scraping the bark, uprooting what they could and burning off the leaves. They whittled makeshift spears with their teeth. Flaming branches flew through space.

The beasts took off their skin. Their antlers. Their claws. They set themselves ablaze and rushed into the water.

Meanwhile policemen flew in every direction. Crawling on all fours through the grass. Pressing their spirals faces to bits of cloud and bone.

There were so many, the surface of the lake began to shudder. The city floated by, as it did every night, but in their frenzy the policemen tore it from the sky. The clouds arrived too, heavy with bodies, and the policemen ripped those apart as well. The cosmic spheres broke into discord. A constant, unmitigated fall. Huge structures of glass and cement toppled over, spilling people as if from a pitcher. Fragments of broken cloud rained among those souls already dead, already burning, but in numbers the lake had never before seen.