'...And then we heard the rain falling, and that was the drops of blood falling; and when we came to get the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.' Harriet Tub

She fled in the dead of night, Where will she run? No stone left unturned, Who will feel my wrath? A few steps behind her every move, How many more will suffer?

Zander with his looks so fair, Darius ties his ropes with care, Santos has a psychotic flare, And Blaze holds a devilish glare. Selene holds all their hearts in

The Reaper is hot on your tail, What have you done? You've made it onto her list, Who did you hurt? The hunt is just the beginning, How far can you run? Your so

A bold debut novel that combines a coming-of-age story with the gritty lives and desolate beauty of Vermont's Northeast KingdomJessup Burke, a lonely, naive six