Roll Them Bones
By David Niall Wilson
In Random, Illinois, not much has changed in the last century. Things there move more slowly than they do in the city. At times, history seems to be moving in reverse. That’s how it seems; some folks would say that’s how it is.
For Jason, Frank, Ronnie and Lizzy, there are bits and pieces of the past that won’t go away. Not in the daylight world, and not in their dreams. They shared a secret, a bond of silence and guilt. They shared the memory of an old woman’s dry, crackling voice, the heat and sizzling terror of flames beyond their control, and the mesmerizing image of a handful of bones.
Roll Them Bones is a story of closure. It is a twisting, twining mystery that refuses to make sense, bringing four children who’d grown apart in adulthood back for one last chapter. Halloween Past – Halloween present – and who’s to say which is more real?
Her eyes Haunt them.
Her voice follows them through their nightmares.
The flames lick up from below with the slow promise of destruction.
“For an evil heart, no deed atones, to know the future? Roll them bones…”