A Cold Season
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A dark and unsettling tale from a bold voice in horror writing, British writer Alison Littlewood's first novel was decreed "hugely enjoyable--perfect reading for a dark winter's night," by the influential Richard & Judy Book Club. "A scary read that will chill you to the bone," said Library Journal.
After the battlefront death of her husband, a soldier, in the sands of the Middle East, a distraught Cass decides to move to the bucolic village of Darnshaw--a place she once knew and loved--with her teenaged son, with the hope that a change in scenery will be just the thing to help her family heal. But the locals aren't as friendly as she had hoped and the Internet connection isn't as reliable as her work requires. Ben begins to display an uncharacteristic hostility. A blizzard strikes Darnshaw, marooning it in a sea of snow, and Cass begins to despair. She finds a sympathetic ear in the person of her son's substitute teacher. But his attentions can't put to rest her growing anxiety about her son and her business. And soon, she finds herself pitted against dark forces she can barely comprehend. The cold season has begun.
appraising eyes. Cass glanced at the clock. It was past six. Sally hadn’t said how long they’d be, and she hadn’t thought to ask. We’ll call when we’re setting off. Hadn’t she said that? At least Cass knew where she lived. It was lucky they’d picked her up on the moor. She wondered if Ben would come home complaining about her smell again, and tried not to smile. He’d be enjoying himself; they all would, Sally and Damon and Ben. Cass noticed that Mr. Remick had left Ben’s drawing on the sofa.
the children moved back and now she could see Myra was there, holding a child by the shoulder and guiding him toward the parking lot. Cass caught Myra’s eye, but the woman looked pointedly away. There was one child still standing with Mr. Remick, Lucy, and Jess, and Cass’s heart sank. It was Ben. As she watched, Sally went to him and rested her hands on his shoulders. Then Ben saw his mother coming and he too looked away from her, down at the ground. Lucy pulled Jessica into a sitting position
least she would hear something if Ben chose to go wandering in the night again. She sat on her bed for a long time, watching her hands shake. “Suffer them to come,” she said at last. “Suffer the little children.” She slipped her legs under the covers, laid down her head and tried, pointlessly, to sleep. SIXTEEN Loud banging roused Cass from sleep. The quality of the light told her it was late morning, much later than she usually stayed in bed. She rushed into the hall in time to see
waited. If she stood here a while she might even see Bert, back from his trip over the moor. She leaned against the wall. After a time the silver car headed back in the other direction. A face peered at her out of the window, but still Lucy didn’t come. Cass decided to walk into the village; that way she could still keep an eye on the road but also check on Bert—and see if he’d mailed her letter. At least then she’d have some chance of keeping her client. But when she looked up at the hills on
name, but this time there was no answering snuffle. Cass looked up at the freezing hills. The cold made her eyes sting and she wiped at them with her gloves, smearing dampness across her face. “There, love,” came a voice. Irene was closing the door to the post office, hurrying toward her, holding something out. “Don’t fret. We’ll have a look for him, if you’re still worried.” Cass stared at the object in Irene’s hand. It was a key. “Come on, love. Let’s have a look inside, shall we?” Irene