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Hemlock Grove

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Something Happened

 

 

The lone wolf howls to rejoin the pack from which he is separated. But why does the pack howl when no wolf is lost?

Isnt it obvious?

Because there is no other way to say it.

*   *   *

The night after the Harvest Moon, the body was discovered. It was nearing October and the sun was still hot, but the leaves were falling now with intention and every night was colder. Peter was walking home from the bus stop when he saw the flashing light of a fire truck up at Kilderry Park. He wondered if there had been an accident. Peter, who was seventeen at the time of which Im writing, liked accidents: modern times were just so fucking structured. He saw in addition to the fire truck a few cop cars and an ambulance, but no signs of wreckage. He turned his head in passing, but there was nothing more to see beyond the norm. Two of the cops combing the area by the swings he knew; theyd hassled him a couple of times in that kind of obligatory cop way that, in Peters experience, every uniform was an SS uniform. Probably some junkie had ODd or something. There was that bum who hung out around here, an old black guy with yellow and black teeth and one dead eye that looked like a dirty marble who might not have been old, really. Peter had given him a light once, but no change. Better that paid for his own drugs. His interest flagged. Old black junkie kicks it its no more news than chance of rain tomorrow. Then he heard it, one sentence. No sign of a weapon, Sheriff. Peter looked again but there was no more to see than a milling cluster of uniforms by the tree line and he put his hands in his pockets and went on.

He had a bad feeling.

Nicolae had always told him that he had been born with an unusually receptive Swadisthana chakra and that underneath the surfaces of things, the illusion of the illusion, there is a secret, sacred frequency of the universe and that the Swadisthana was the channel through which it would sing to you. And the Swadisthana being located of course just behind the balls, he should always always trust his balls. Peter did not know what it was, but something about the scene in Kilderry Park had his balls in a state of agitation.

When he got home he told his mother, “Something happened.”

“Hmm?” she said. She was smoking a joint and watching a quiz show. The trailer was warm and smelled sweet, pot and baked apple. “Hummingbird!” she yelled suddenly, in response to the question What is the only bird that can fly backwards.

He told her what he saw. He told her he had a bad feeling.

“Why?” she said.

“I dont know, I just do,” he said.

She was thoughtful. “Well, theres cobbler,” she said.

He went to the kitchen. She asked if hed been in town.

“Yeah,” he said.

She emptied his backpack of items so small and modest it could hardly be considered stealing while Peter scraped the tar of sugar at the edge of the cobbler and tried to shake this feeling. The feeling that whatever had happened in Kilderry Park was no good. And not in some greater existential sense but no good with his number on it. There was a coffee mug on the counter with the comic strip character Cathy on it and a small chip the shape of a sharks tooth that held loose change. He dipped his hand in the mug and went to the door and scattered a handful of coins on the stone path out front.

“Why did you do that?” said Lynda.

Peter shrugged. He had done it because he wanted to hear something dissonant and beautiful.

“You are one strange customer, you know that?” said Lynda.

“Yeah,” said Peter.

 

Copyright © 2012 by Brian McGreevy

Product Details

ISBN:
9780374532918
Subtitle:
A Novel
Author:
Mcgreevy, Brian
Author:
McGreevy, Brian
Publisher:
FSG Originals
Subject:
Literary
Subject:
Suspense
Subject:
Fantasy - General
Subject:
Science Fiction and Fantasy-Fantasy
Subject:
Fantasy - Paranormal
Subject:
Thrillers/Suspense
Subject:
Thrillers/Supernatural
Edition Description:
Trade paper
Publication Date:
20130416
Binding:
Electronic book text in proprietary or open standard format
Language:
English
Pages:
336
Dimensions:
7.5 x 5 in

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"Publishers Weekly Review" by , "In screenwriter McGreevy's smartly constructed debut novel, a former mill town is swept with fear when the corpse of a local teen is discovered. The crime scene lacks the usual clues, though the wounds point to an unidentifiable animal. At Hemlock Grove High School, eyes immediately turn to Peter Rumancek, a new senior rumored to be a werewolf. Peter is grudgingly persuaded by Roman Godfrey — heir to an old family fortune whose assets lie in the Godfrey Institute for Biomedical Technologies — to find the real killer. Meanwhile, Roman must deal with his bizarre family — his cousin, Letha, who insists she was impregnated by an angel; his younger sister, Shelley, whose preternatural intelligence is housed in a grotesque body; and his mother, Olivia, an icy beauty with a tendency to faint. Propelled by the clockwork appearance of bodies, Roman and Peter follow a trail of clues that lead them to dig up a victim's grave and to a mysterious project headed by slick genius Dr. Pryce at the Godfrey Institute. Not only does their investigation reveal the killer, it also uncovers many Godfrey family secrets in the process. McGreevy cleverly contemporizes the gothic novel, underlining the isolations of modern-day technology and adolescence in this engaging, though occasionally affected, literary horror novel. (Apr.)" Publishers Weekly Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
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