B. B. Freer

Echoes From The Mouth Of Hell (A thousand Smiles, #1) (eBook, ePUB)

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Produktbeschreibung

There was never a choice.

For years, Cain served the Order of Saint Obscura, a clandestine sect that operated in the shadows, hunting down what should never exist. They told him he was their weapon, their blade against the darkness. But it was a lie.

Cain was never meant to be a soldier. He was meant to be a key.

When a massacre in a high-rise penthouse leads him to an ancient ritual buried beneath the city, Cain begins to unravel the truth behind his existence. His blood was never his own. His body was never built to fightbut to open. The whispers in the dark, the hunger beneath his skin, the shifting shape of his reflectionit was all leading to this moment. A gate has been waiting to be unlocked, and Cain is the final piece.

But when the time comes to kneel, he refuses.

Now, hunted by zealots, pursued by the Order, and haunted by the monster he was always meant to become, Cain has only one question left:

If he was never meant to survive thiswhy is he still here?

A brutal, supernatural thriller blending occult horror, dark fantasy, and unrelenting action, The Mouth of the Hollow is a story of fate, rebellion, and the thin, violent line between man and monster.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Vivi O'Freer
• Erscheinungstermin: 16. Februar 2025
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9798230189138
• Artikelnr.: 73383296

Autorenporträt

B.B. Freer was born beneath the heavy, unbroken silence of a town that no longer exists on any map. It was the kind of place that swallowed its own stories, where the forests grew too thick, the nights stretched too long, and the shadows moved when no one was looking.

Freer began writing young, scrawling stories in the margins of borrowed books, carving half-formed ideas into desks, whispering them to the dark when no one else would listen. But somewhere along the way, the stories stopped being fiction. The things in the pages looked back. The words became doors, and Freercurious, reckless, unafraidwalked through them.

Now, the work is no longer about invention, but translation. The things that have no names, the voices that speak in dreams, the hunger that lingers just beyond the veilthey demand to be written.

Freer writes because the alternative is letting the stories fester.

Freer writes because the night is watching.

And something must answer.