Deputy Ray Tatum returns in a story of Blue Ridge crime and carnage, kicked off by the discovery of a body high in the limbs of a black oak tree. Wry, laconic, and more than a little world-weary, Tatum pursues a savage killer through the rural Virginia uplands with the hot-headed assistance of Special Agent Kate LeComte. Warwolf is by turns hilarious and deeply unsettling, and T.R. Pearson's gift for capturing the true voice of the new south is on conspicuous display. The mountains of Virginia have never seemed so dangerously alive, and there remains no better company in the southern highlands than Deputy Ray Tatum.
 

"It's a rare and awesome thing to see a writer take perhaps the worst there is — the tawdry, vain, illiterate, squalid, lurid, basest parts of all that's unrefined — and transform it magically into a rare and perfect tone for comedy.  It's the kind of magic only children seem to have.  Yet Pearson does it, and with the touch and control of a master of his craft."

Houston Chronicle