Red pepper in a foot track. A safety pin in the sugar bowl. Vinegar and a rusty nail and your enemy's name in a bottle.

Sometimes the simple magics are the best.

But sometimes... sometimes it's a crow's whisper at dawn. Blood dripped into the soil, feeding the mountain. Marrow and dirt and breath and words older than rocks.

The old blue house isn't where it all began for Silas, but it's where everything started to pick up speed, racing back up the mountain to the old bones and dirt that held it all together. Going back to the place where Jack stole Danny, where Eli crept in and made Silas an offer both improbable and tempting, was the only way to pull the evil out of the holler by the root. But Silas can't do it alone... A powerful worker, someone who knows the dark secrets of the stone and root, is the only one who can help.

And this time, it's not Eli.