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by Steven R. Cope, 2002, 215 pages,
An unexpected winter storm
descends on the small town of Jolene, Kentucky, and with it a chill of
fear and uncertainty when two of the town's children mysteriously disappear.
The town, its little church, as well as the 9-ball-playing patrons of
Gracie's Playhouse, must unite to confront tragedy and danger.
Is it some mythical presence come down from Sassafras Mountain to wander the
hollows of this Appalachian community?
Among the congregation of Faith Rock on the Hill there is no doubting, something in the wooded shadows at least
seems to be stalking the residents of Jolene, watching their every move.
But why Jolene? Are they cursed in some way? Are they being
punished by some higher power?
"Be watchful," says the preacher, "be sober, be vigilant, because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour."
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From the book:
down the string, climbed onto something foul and delicious, danced in
small, mad circles, and climbed back up the string. It passed another one
and another one. Both stopped to smell the first, to take a lick, and a
taste of what was offered them freely, to dance in their own small, mad
circles, their antennae rising and twirling. Then all three pattered down
the trunk, trickled off in three directions. Then a whole troop gathered
at the base, all at once as if by magic, as if they had just been created.
Then another troop. And another. Then all together the three troops
shimmied up the trunk, then out and down the limb, down the string,
climbing ravagely over and through one another the closer they came to the
putrid ham. Then a hundred small, mad circles. Then two or three direct
drops of rain and a half dozen of them went sailing, flying end over end.
Then a half dozen more. Then a half dozen more. None of them knowing what
it was, the warm life they came to rest on . . .